Mince Pie Appreciation

I fucking love mince pies.
I reckon I could eat twelve or thirteen or seventeen at a sitting.
Mince pies and a big mug of tea.
Ace.

I've read about mince pies that include meat.
Proper meat, like beef or something.
Perversely, i really fancy giving that a go.
Apparently that's how they were traditionally made, donkey's years ago.
Maybe it was donkey meat.
I don't know.

Best mince pies I ever had are made by my mates wife.
She's a great cook.
After they're cooked and cooled she lifts off the lid and puts a spoonful of brandy butter inside, then keeps them in the fridge.
When you want one, she pops them in the microwave, melting the butter and warming them through.
Magic.
I once saw her fanny after she'd been to the gym.
It really got me fizzy.
I wonder if the thought of her fanny improves the taste of her mince pies?

MrsO makes the country's best mince pies.

No further debate necessary.

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