Why Pie, Why?

It was a trip to Superquinn that ruined my appetite, and a range of award-winning pies. Pies which should have been an instant purchase for someone with my bizarre fetish for meat–filled pastry, but it wasn’t to be. It was the animals you see, the cute little cow and the delightfully happy chick. Oh Pieminister, I don’t want to eat them, I want to hug them.

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