We usually buy small pies - the sort that come in little cardboard boxes, and sit on small tin trays that you pop into the oven and have with mash n peas. Nice and easy to cook after a stressful day dealing with customers medical claims at work.
Due to dietary restrictions, there are not many varieties of pie in the shops that Douglas can eat, so we decided to have a go at creating one ourselves.
Douglas cut up some chicken, and made a stew with onions, carrots and other veg etc, and I did the pastry side of it - baking the pastry liner blind before ladling in hot contents, popping a pasty lid on top. I added the important pastry leaves and blobs decoration before brushing the whole thing with an egg and milk wash, and cooking it.
As you see, Douglas was rather pleased with the result!
Given less than half a chance, Billy also enjoys them. If a jumper gets left on the floor, or on a chair, sooner or later we will find that the larger of our two Sacred Beasts claims it for his own, and snuggles up on it very happily.
Well, its time for me to go to bed, to join Douglas, and probably at some point in the night, our very own cat shaped (and jolly heavy) paperweight, Billy.
Lilly, not to leave her out of this entry entirely, will exercise her vocal chords in the early morning whilst walking up and down my side of the bed, reminding me to leave my nice warm duvet and attend to her breakfast as usual :-)