Friends, colleagues, fellow foodies, critics, enemies, assassins, please review the first post for an update into this journey. I shall need your help throughout this, so please, join me and lets put the first foot forward of what shall be a journey of quite epic proportions.
tl;dr - First post updated.
Right, kitchen cleaned (I believe it was Jonathan Swift that said "upon embarking on a life changing journey, always ensure you have clean underpants on". Since I'm on a culinary journey of discovery, I've taken this to mean that I should have a clean kitchen. So, I cleaned it. On another, slightly related note, I put clean pants on about 2 hours ago) so now we are ready to prepare this gastronomic treat.
As you can see below, this humble journey started with the idea of battering one of man's greatest friends. Something that is there in times of need, when you stagger home at 2am after having the proverbial skinfull, or when you are trying to treat that special someone in your life with a picnic in the park (yes, you'll stand in dog muck, yes you'll be harrassed by kids tanked up on Frosty Jacks and you'll probably end up on a register if you do decide to partake in some 'recreational' activities with the young lady in a bush... But, the humble pork pie shall be there waiting for you on your chequered sheet when there is a lull in conversation. And for those of us that don't favour the sweeter things in life, it is a perfectly adequate substitution for the much loved Kendal Mint Cake as you attempt to clamber up Snowdon whilst the sleet batters your face, the wind chills your innermost places and the rain makes for what should be a pleasant hike in July into a treacherous adventure akin to what Auldrin, Armstrong and Co went through all those years ago. It'll be there for you, the glorious calories and the much feared (but secretly loved) jelly will give you that extra boost you need. I am, of course, talking about the Melton Mowbray Pork Pie.
There are naysayers out there that criticise this humblest of pies, they say that it is too unhealthy, they say that the meat is of a poor quality and they complain of the jelly which ensures the pie is nicely lubricated. I say this to them - You are wrong. You are scared. You are a coward. The Melton Mowbray Pork Pie is better than you!
The reasons for combining the pie with batter, I hear you ask? I ask you in response, why do we go to the moon? Why do we hike into the inner most depths of the Amazon? Why did Anakin embark on the dangerous path of Jedidom that he did? Because, without adventure, without danger, without dispelling the mysteries of life then why live at all? Let us not all be the mindless drones that exist, let us instead LIVE. Let us be free. And if that means battering a pork pie, then I say yay to that! Now, who's with me?!
Part 2, to come shortly. Please take this time to empty your bladders, get another refreshment and tuck into another Pork Pie.