I’m just waiting for
the minced beef filling to cool down before I use it to fill a pie for dinner.
This is a meal I
associate with my brother. He continued to live at home with my parents until
my mother died. Without her to mediate, life became a series of rows with my
father – they were too alike, too volatile as personalities to live together.
Eventually he found himself a flat of his own.
At this time he took
to coming up to visit & cadge a meal from us. In those days money was so
tight I counted every penny & bought exactly what we needed for a week’s
food for the two of us. Unfortunately my brother would say he was coming on the
day he was coming. Often he just turned up out of the blue. We shopped on Wednesday,
market day when often there were bargains to be had as far as vegetables at
least. He came at the weekend when he wasn’t working & we had no money left
to buy extra food. He never volunteered to pay anything towards his food or to
take us out for a meal for once. He was like that.
On one occasion I
had bought 8oz minced beef for a curry or something. The result was this pie where
some potato stretches out the meat making a satisfying meal for three. Ever
since I’ve thought of him whenever I make this pie.
I’ve not made it for
quite a while. I hope we still enjoy it.
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