Savory Pies and Schooldays

Living in England, one is lucky if they figure out how to make the traditional savory pie; to some "patty" to others meat pie (or in my case veggie pie). So I put my knowledge to good use and a little while later, savory scents filled the quaint kitchen when the flakey, golden and hot the little pies emerged.





I remember these from my schooldays. The air would be tinged with frost and the ground overwhelmed with snow. When lunchtime rolled around the corner, I was always proud to open my lunch pail, untie the twine bow and unwrap the brown paper to reveal a little savory pie, still warm. In those days it was less about the crust as it was about having a way to transport the warm vegetable goodness all the way down the snowy hill and into the little schoolroom.


Fresh herbs from the victory garden.





The flour mixture for the herb dough.





The vegetable mixture for the pie shells.




Pleasant and well-stuffed pies (and one mini pizza for the resident Italian boy)

A Time To Sew

Here are some of my little animal-dollies. They are such fun to make, but more fun to give and even funner to trade!

Darling, the baby blue mouse-bear.



Phantom my friends elephant and Marble my mouse.

Green Eyed

In the past, when people inquired about the colour of my eyes, I used to say green or hazel (you get the point). But I recently discovered that the term green-eyed was invented by Shakespeare in one of his writings. He used the term to indicate "jealousy". I am mildly ruffled by this, especially when I contemplate how I've grown up pouring over dust-ridden Shakespeare books by electronic lantern-light. There's also the fact that when it comes to jealousy, I've always been neutral and never tempted to adopt the disposition. A girl with an etherial enough imagination, could never, ever be jealous (even if she wanted to be).

Could it be that Shakespeare himself was jealous of the jewel-like eye colour? It is one of the worlds rarest and therefore most one of the most precious. Was he betrayed by some emerald-eyed siren? Who am I to know. What I do know, is that lately I found myself saying that my eyes are "forrest toned" and it seems to suit me just fine. Don't worry dear reader, I shall soon grow out of this too, it's just another phase...I think. I won't ever loose faith in my too-big, dark, stormy green eyes. Plus, I have many green-eyed heroines on my side: Anne Of Green Gables, Sara (The Little Princess), old film actress such as Gene Tierney and Hedy Lamarr and the lost princess Anastasia, just to name a few.

My forrest-hued eyes.

Shepherds Pie

They were cold upon that hillside, weary and forlorn. Not a warm morsel had touched their lips, blown dry by the badgering wind upon the hillside for they had not a pence and even if they did, what good would it do out there.

So in their time of need they created a most delicious thing, what once had been a good batch of "bubble and squeak" was left over the wee fire a tad too long. "Blimey" the shepherds exclaimed as they saw what arose from the cast iron pot. It was compact as a pie, without it's biscuit crust. And so shepherds pie came about, a classic if you might, a classic that sat upon my table only last night.

Here is a photograph of the shepherds pie that graced my little wooden table last night.

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My Quaint Room

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