Night of the pie

There's is something about Georgia's outrageousness that is somewhat contagious, and so if you you knew her you would clearly understand how the following scenario panned out. Whilst we were enjoying an episode of masterchef (I think as a guy I'm not supposed to admit to liking this particular program, but its awesomeness knows no bounds) we started discussing pie.
The conversation quickly degenerated into a yelling match over which pie was best with the end result being a night of pie. That is three courses; all pie.

Three courses of pie all in an oven

Knowing our culinary skills were not complete without ElleBro we coerced her to join the pie team by explaining the benefits of the idea (you get to eat pie all night).

Entrée and main cooking side by side

Then we set out to construct our dream meal.

The beer bottles were an intricate part of our preparation - they were used to roll the pastry. They were also empty before we started.

The entrée was a sage, leek, and goat's cheese tart - an idea stolen from the Masterchef website. It was not only delicious but allowed me to feel cultured and aloof from the everyday riffraff (because I was eating goat's cheese).

I'm not sure what looks better, the tarts or Georgia photography

The main was difficult to decide - meat pie is tasty because it provides a great excuse to eat equal amounts of tomato sauce as dinner without insulting the chef. Chicken pie is tasty because it has chicken. However, the final decision was to make a beef and guiness stew, and then throw it into a pie. This resulted in some of the best cooked potato and beef I've ever had. It also tasted like Guinness. The best part about this dish was that to eat it all we pretty much needed spoons to finish up the stew sauce.

I was a little bit excited about this experiment.

Dessert was apple pie. Hilarious because something went wrong with actually making the pie dough, so we turned it into biscuit towers (everything tastes better if it's in tower form). The best part of this dish wasn't that I got to eat the remaining stewed apples, but that my room has smelt of apples and cinnamon ever since!

Apple Biscuit Towers

The evening was finished off by drinking truly terrible wine, eating a citrus salad (that's a masterchef joke - if you were cool you would understand) and watching Black Books.

Elle and Georgia ready for dinner.