Where has the Australian summer gone?
It’s been raining steading all day. The air is chilly and an unfriendly wind is tormenting all the trees in the garden, blowing them from side to side without mercy.
I don’t like this weather. I’m like a cat: I don’t like being cold and I hate getting wet. So I am going to stay inside, work on my laptop and bake a pie.
Not just any pie though; this pie was inspired by my mother in law’s chicken pie or huehner pastete, originally found in France and England and enthusiastically adopted by the Germans. Please note my use of the word ‘inspired’ – I don’t want to cause any more sleepless nights for German blogger Bertl from Zwiesel, a small town in the Bavarian forest.
Bertl recently wrote an outraged post about my unorthodox weisswurst, sauerkraut, red cabbage and potato mash recipe. You can read his critique and my response, his initial comment on my post and his follow up. (His comments are in German so you may need a translation program). This was one of the first recipes I blogged so you are not allowed to look at the photos – just peek at the text through your fingers.
But let’s get back to this rather glorious pie.
