The very last thing I do every night during the week is check my gmail account. This is to allow all the American based emails to come in on the same day that I read them. I routinely delete the spam and email newsletters I have forgotten to unsubscribe from. I sometimes dream of changing my email addresses and not give the email out to anyone. Just to stop spam. Eventually, because I am hungry I remember I actually like spam. Not everyday, not even once a month. But just every now and then I like a dish, whose origins lie in WWII, called picnic pie.
Imagine a limited diet of flour, butter, milk, small amounts of meat, cheese etc. During the war in England whilst rationing was on bananas were unheard of, oranges rarely seen. The only fruit and veg routinely available - what you could grow yourself.
picnic pie comes from that time. Layers of spam, tomatoes and hard boiled eggs in shortcrust pastry. The whole is definately more than the sum of it's parts. Soon, very soon I am going to resurrect picnic pie and share my story with the kids.
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