One Pie I Will Never Make

Oh my god. This is a British treat (those Brits...hmmm...) called Stargazy Pie. Get it? The fish are staring up at the stars. I lifted this pic from the ever lovely blog, The World Needs More Pie. I don't know if we need more of this pie, but it does fascinate/horrify me. It does occur to me I've yet to make a savory pie for this blog o' mine. Soon!

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DCP said…
I like fish pie, and I also would like to eat a fish with its head still on, so sign me up for this one.
December 18, 2008 at 9:34 PM
Pi-Rene said…
I'd be willing to try it for posterity's sake. A joint baking effort? You bring the fish heads!
December 19, 2008 at 6:12 AM
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