Wylde about….Luxury Pie.

Last time I checked, 'luxury pie' was not in the Profanisaurus*.

Which is a relief, frankly, as I want to be able to tell you about it this Sunday morning.

Because, you see, every now and again life just hands you a peach.

Now, sometimes that peach is an actual peach - complete with fuzzy skin and oodles of juice.

And sometimes, when it's not peach season - like now - that peach is something else: a gift.

And that's what I got yesterday from my mate, Scottish chef Andy Waugh, when he posted this:

Yes, Andy's 'peach' was a pie.

A stunning, rich, beef pie. A pie that is just so bang-on-season. A pie that is born of autumn days like today.

A 'luxury pie'.

Anyway, I thought I'd tell you all about this pie but Andy - being the brilliantly loquacious 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 that he is - has done a far better job than I can over on Wylde Tribe.

Click here for the recipe.

All you have to do is imagine him saying it all in his lovely Edinburgh burrrrrrr.

PS - the market, where Andy bought everything for his luxury pie, is open. So you can do the same, if you fancy.

*sounds like it could be though, eh? IYKYK.