![]() ![]() The result: a dozen dainty and delicious macaroni pies. What she does though, when I deliberately over-provide, is to take the surplus and deposit it in a muffin tin lined with her pastry. The development of my culinary talents was stymied the day I married a lovely English girl but, while she has embraced the cause of Scottish independence and speaks Gaelic with a fluency I am unlikely ever to attain, she is reluctant to encroach upon my territory when it comes to the intermixture of Marshall’s, Cheddar and béchamel. I make it much more frequently than I do that other staple of the Scottish dinner table: mince and tatties (and doughballs). I am no stranger to feelings of righteous indignation, but why does this issue drive me to print in a way that the recent rebuffs to Holyrood’s permanence and full fiscal autonomy did not? Allow me to explain. ![]() ![]() Just who do these people – quislings and traitors to the cause of quality baked goods – think they are? Even the wonderful Nicola (may her name be praised) has expressed ambivalence as to their merits, preferring not to partake at a personal level. As the petition to save them is dismissed as a “social media experiment” and as Greggs announces it will persist in removing the macaroni pie from its line, I find that my hackles have reached hitherto unrealised heights. ![]()
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