Pork Pies

Top ten places to buy Wild Garlic Pork Pies

Top ten places to buy Wild Garlic Pork Pies

It's been an unusually late start to the Wild Garlic season this year, but, now that it's got going, the plants are looking lush and gorgeous and it's going to be a bumper crop. If you forage for your own Wild Garlic please ask permission from the landowner and pick sustainably, so not too much from any area and never the bulbs.

So here's the top ten places to buy our famous (the ones with a six page article in Country Living!) Wild Garlic Pork Pies.

Pork Pies? It's child's play

Pork Pies? It's child's play

It probably hasn't escaped your attention that, in our Pies By Post shop, we don't only sell pork pies that are ready baked, for years we've also sold frozen ones for you to bake at home (with full instructions). We always say that it's really easy and here's the proof. This is one of our customer's daughters. Isn't she brilliant?

Wild Garlic Pork Pies

Wild Garlic Pork Pies

I just love where we make the pork pies, we're in old flint barns, in an Area Of Outstanding Natural Beauty, so surrounded by some of the best countryside in Norfolk and the UK, and the sea is just over there.

The day Kate came to play with pastry

The day Kate came to play with pastry

 We know what we like and the Great British Bake Off is one of those things, we adore the gentle fun of it, the way a nation has convened around it and the fact that it's got people into their kitchen, inspired to learn skills to feed themselves and their friends and family. And we do like the contestants, who seem to be particularly nice human beings.  
     We've really hit it off with Kate Barmby from this year's series,

An Historical Pie

An Historical Pie

For long years I've been sitting in a particular traffic queue waiting for the lights to change, staring at Strangers Hall, one of Norwich's oldest buildings, and wondering why ever they had a little reproduction of a graphic saying PIE in the window. Why, why, why? Why notof course, but why? Apart from being an actual sign, it must be a sign. Was Stranger's Hall calling to me? Was Norwich trying to lure the piemaker back after my own escape (back) to the country?

The naming of the pie

The naming of the pie

I'll keep this brief.

Once in a while I find myself involved in a conversation about what a pie actually is. 

Picture the scene. I invite you round for a bite to eat. I make a classic white sauce, season it, add some chopped parsley, perhaps some lemon juice. Then I fold in some white fish and probably some glorious smoked fish from Cley Smokehouse. I'll have made this in my blue Le Crueset casserole. I'll top the fish with mashed potato, run a fork over it in a hither and thither pattern to make some mini peaks and dot with butter in the hope that the mini peaks with go bro