It's not really granny's, it's Uncle Tom's. Okay, this portion was mine but it was made at Uncle Tom's famous pie store. I'd been informed if I fancied a little slice of the action this was place to come to get my hit with its deep soft warm gooey filling. Apparently nothing less than a lesson in food ecstasy.
Unfortunately it was more economical to buy a large one than two individuals, so I had no choice. And if the experience lived up to the hype I'd certainly be needing more than one go.
All I can say is thank god for Uncle Tom!
Sorry recent posts have focused on food but it is the fourth discipline. I seem to spend my life in shops buying grub and hauling bags home - the glamour. Training is going well by the way and this pie was indulged at the end of a tough week. Sounds like an excuse satchel opening to me...
