The flaky crust is a golden field

That stretches over the circular dish,

Speckled with the pastry stars

Dotted here and there, the edge

Crimped so lovingly, with a silver fork.

And then when cooked and cut with sharpened knife

The creamy filling oozes out

And chunks of chicken slip and slide

Between the leeks and brightest carrots

Soothing souls with every bite.

Those with colds and flu

Needing food to cure their woes

Enjoy a pie to fill that hole

That gapes so wide when all is told.

I believe that when you are ill, or at least recovering from illness, you need to fix yourself with food. And there is nothing more satisfying than pie. Flaky pastry, a creamy sauce and loads of chicken and veggies is a miracle mixture. There is no way that you can eat that and not feel a little bit better.

And then the cold weather is on the way this week and so we all need a little bit of winter flubber. Pie is full of all the calories, so why not have a couple of slices, if only to keep ourselves a bit warmer over the next few weeks.

Much Love

Rachel xx