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Yes, Pie. I'm sorry, it's been a while since I last wrote and my internal editor isn't quite up to speed. I'll apologise in advance for any other dubious puns in the weeks ahead.

FINALLY, I've managed to get a broadband connection in my new house and I can return to this rather dusty looking blog and do something useful as opposed to unpacking boxes and saying "Where the hell did this come from" every time I take anything out.

This is actually Kid Pie. As in cooked by a kid, namely my nephew, not made of kid, as in the child or baby goat. Yes, this chicken and leek pie was cooked by a twelve year old hoodie who likes playing football, typing indecipherable text messages and playing video games. If the more hysterical elements of the British Press were to see him with a rolling pin, I have no doubt they'd slap an ASBO on him and demand that national service be brought back to teach him some manners. Yes, a pretty much normal twelve year old with an penchant for football shirts and being cheeky.

It was an excellent pie, it truly was, I couldn't fault it. I'm not saying that in the "food cooked by kids" I couldn't fault it, where you take a bite and expect to find play doh, hair and small action figures embedded within, all the while saying "Mmmmm, delicious!" and hoping not to gag. This was excellent. Deeply savoury, comforting with a light crisp pasty. A delight for a knackered uncle who never wants to see another packing box in his life.