Paolo Di Canio rage celebrating a Sunderland goal
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Football food.
File under: stupid things I laugh at anyway
An English football geography lesson for your Friday.
Hooligan graffiti at Sincil Bank - home of Lincoln City (via saggarmakers)
I, Katie, decided that I really wanted to make pie, and talked my twinsie, Laura, another GFOP, into letting us cook at her apartment which has a way bigger kitchen.
The process started with a careful perusal of recipe options. Organ meats were considered and rejected, although we did learn that chicken livers come in little tubs. Eventually we went with the “Creamy Chicken, Leek, and Ham Pie” from the BBC website - we figured if the BBC endorses it, it’s gotta be legit. Although searching the BBC’s recipes for pie yields shocking numbers of fruit pies! Totally unacceptable. (Also… BBC recipes? Our simple American understanding is that it is a broadcasting corporation!)


We were extremely focused and only bought the necessities - pie ingredients and two boxes of holiday popems. Focus.

Right down to business when we got back - watching some curling and tearing into the popems. (Entenmann’s, we are more than ready to discuss sponsorship possibilities.)

I call this “Woman with a Leek.”

Chopping, chopping. Also preparing the pie crust, aka “defrosting.” For our first savory pie we thought we’d better not push our luck by trying to make pie crust as well.

Laura possibly doesn’t have any kitchen tongs.

Adding leeks to melted butter. This is the point where everything started smelling awesome as fuck.

This is also the point where we decided to put on some SOCC-ER gear.



Studio reenactment of this moment:
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Unbeknownst to us, at this very moment the other half of the pie crust was melting into a sticky mass.











Basically, what we’re trying to say is we welcome our new savory pie overlords.
Wembley empties after the recent England v Brazil fixture
Wembley Flow by ~JaanusJ