For the last five days, I've spent time comforting Isobel in Roehampton, telling her it'll all be okay and home is still here. So on Tuesday night, we baked steak pie. But this wasn't any old steak pie.
This was Adam's steak pie - the fourth generation of whom the recipe has been passed down to. Mum's mum's mum did this originally, and it's so unbelievably simple.
Make a very basic shortcrust pastry - something similar to the one you can find on the BBC Food website. Let it 'rest' and firm up in the fridge, then roll it out to your tin size - keep it about half a centimetre thick and its happy days. Fill your pie tin with some chunky steak in a tin - the stuff from M&S is the best. And use two tins - then you'll get a decent filling.
Top the pie with your pastry, roughly chop off the excess, then crimp it. Then cut off all the waste, roll out the pastry again, and then cut some leaf-like shapes - one for every person eating. Or as many as you wanna decorate it wit - helps with portion size. Brush with some milk, pop a few steam holes in it, and bake till golden. And that's that.
And it was lovely - creamy, thick mash, and peas, with gravy. A good stomach lining for the bottles we found this morning....
It did get me thinking though - everyone has a meal that they crave when they go home. Mine is a proper Chinese. I know a lot of people who crave roast dinners, or cakes, or specific puddings - Angel Delight is always a favourite. It really is quite a special thing.
But so is food - how many memories do you have that are attached to your favourite meals? A marraige proposal? The first smile for a while? Finding out some wonderful news? It's an incredible force.
So... What are yours? Let me know - email me, Tweet me, or even comment on this post. Would love to know what you think!
Taken from General Musings of an Idiot: http://www.gmoai.com
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