We bought a lot of stuff from the food festival the other day, and I have to say a lot of it was very disappointing - a distinctly mediocre feta and olive flan, and a crab pasty better called a fish-paste pasty were particular lowlights.
Which leaves me pinning my hopes on the chicken balti pie we picked up. It's fair to say I fell in love with this concoction during my Craven Cottage season-ticket years. An evening match wouldn't have been the same without a molten orange lava pie with chicken-ish bits. When Tim joined me he'd insist on seconds.
Of course, as is only right, the chicken balti pie is a West Midlands invention, so I'm hoping it will taste even better in its home environment. I fear though, that this "home-made" ponced up version may lack the right balance of lard, gristle, mechanically recovered chicken and curry paste. I fear Anne may even like it.
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