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A very nice pie
I thought I’d been eating to many meat pies. That’s the working class variety. You know, the ones made with the gunk molested out of cow remains shortly after it’s become cat food.
That’s the run of the mill kind of pie that licensed bandits sell at football grounds across Australia. These pies are much worse than they look.
It is the gunk from these pies that I thought had gummed-up my heart. One year ago on Aussie Rules Grand Final day, Jak should have been at the game. Instead she was watching over me and my suspected heart attack at the Cabrini Hospital.
I’d simply been irritating my vagus nerve. That’s the one that runs through the stomach, heart and down the left arm. Food - and drink - was partly the source of my discomfort. I’d been living large with spicy meals and more than a few drinks.
While driving Jak to the Melbourne Cricket Ground, pains shot down my left arm. My mind turned to my father’s abrupt death in a board meeting at the age of 47.
It was a reminder to be just a little more selective about the food I eat. I gave up those nasty working class pies for a pleasant, perfectly nice middle class variety. This is what the ubiquitous yummy mummy will be chewing on this weekend down at Baker d Chirico (Shops 3-4, 149 Fitzroy St, St Kilda, Vic (03 9534 3777) it costs a hefty $7.50 but is worth it.
This has whole chunks of meat hand sliced from virgin cattle specially bred for the occasion. It has been devised and constructed in a delicate sensitive way.
What happened next was a travesty. I drowned the thing in Heinz tomato ketchup. But that’s what pies are about. Innit?
Check out the Great Pie Roundup held this weekend at We do chew our food.
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