Dear Diary. See when ye get these folk that gee it there is no such thing as fate there are talking oot a hole in there erse! Due to an unforeseen technical difficulty (hungover throwing a waabler a couple of weeks ago and deleting Facebook) i have been off air and not able to get posts on tae this. but....on the day Christies of Airdrie is nationally celebrated on that BBC Baking programme i was finally able tae resolve past confounding technical difficulties (i noticed there wis a red boax at the tap of the screen that says publish) and thus be able to celebrate ma utter joy at this momentous day. The guy fae Chrisites was a gem, third generation family baker. Lump in ma throat the size of wan of their meringues, ah wis as proud as punch. The viewer was treated tae a tour of the shoap and the factory. Modest tae a fault, they didnae gloat over their award fur the best pies in THE WORLD! it was only briefly mentioned. Killie Pies????? eh, geez peace! We were then given a fascinating insight intae how one of their WORLD CHAMPION Scotch pies were made. Am still shaking! Then the programme took a startling downward turn. That cheeky wee get of a scouser silver back had the audacity tae tae attempt his take on a scotch pie . Even the way he says scotch pie grated oan me. He wis all sibilant Merseyside Ss and hair gel. Haw, he had tae tie a bit of string round the pie tae keep it up....ye could tell that the guy fae Chrisites was like ...sake! Apparently it wis a mutton pie? The only only thing that was mutton on the screen wis him. still.....its god tae be back!
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 17:06:54 +0000
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