Isn’t it strange how one small event can set off a chain reaction, and change the whole course of your day.
Today I decided to bake a pie, I love baking, and recently even started enjoying eating it too.
So I take the corned beef out of the cupboard and immediately my mind turns to ‘why the hell does corned beef still come in the most dangerous contraption known to mankind?’
We are heading into the year 2020, cars can drive themselves, living on another planet now seems feasible, so why in gods name does corned beef still arrive packaged like this ?
It is the only tinned food that I have come across that requires risking life and limb, just by opening it.
If the key is missing, you may as-well throw the damn thing out, rather than trying to use a tin opener. Tin openers do not work with corned beef tins, this is why they provide the key. No key =no corned beef.
Luckily this week my keys were all intact, and I only sliced my finger once on the jagged edges doing so.
Then I thought ‘I wonder if people even know the dangers of corned beef tins ?’ and should I tell them?
You can’t really blog about corned beef tins can you ?
This was the moment that my thoughts turned into another blog.
A recipe blog, so I then began taking pictures of each step of my pie making, on the off chance that somebody might actually want to know how to make a corned beef and potato pie.
So here it is 2 tins of corned beef (check the key and watch your fingers).
About 6 large potatoes cooked til soft.
Half an onion finely diced and boiled.
Give it a good mash, pretend it’s the person who invented corned beef tins.
Rough puff pastry, bought or homemade either is good.
This is when things took another strange turn. I always decorate my pies. I began to think of what decor my pie would have today, when the old nursery rhyme ‘Sing a song of sixpence’ came into my head.
Whilst I’m internally singing along “4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie,When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, wasn’t that a dainty dish to put before the king”
Suddenly My brain went Ting and there was my 420 wake and Bake gratitude pie, and my blog became something different again.
I gave up on sharing my recipe, all you need to do next is stick it in the oven for 35 minutes and the pie cooks itself.
Upon gathering my thoughts at the end of the day, I find the 5 things that I am most grateful for in my life today.
My gratitude for being able to live another day on this earth, and the 4 cannabis joints that have helped me to enjoy it.
Although there is no cannabis in my pie, there is enough of it in me to save the day.
A slice of gratitude pie for corned beef, cannabis and happiness..