Steak & Ale Pie.

I think its time to pack it in; it’s all over for me I think. This morning as I was whizzing round Asda three people asked me where things were and the sad thing is, I knew the isle, the shelf and what each item was next to. I’m usually in and out as quickly as possible and today would have been no exception, but I found myself stood in front of the tinned pie’s section staring at Fray Bentos stake & ale pies.

Most people can be jerked back to happier times or treasured memories by the sight, sound even smell of something, It could be the falling of petals from a cherry blossom tree as you walk down a quiet street. It could be the strains of a once shared love song that rekindles feelings you thought you had pushed to the back of your mind. Or perhaps the smell of nature reminds you of a day lying in a field of gold with someone special and making plans for a future that never came to be.

Well for me its bloody steak & ale pie, all the other reminders I mentioned probably happen every Preston Guild with other people, but my torture happens every time I go shopping at Asda. I normally avoid memory catalysts like the plague, but Asda is cheap, convenient and quick. I remember once they had a change round one week and I thought I had got away with it. But as I turned into another Isle expecting to see tins of Tuna and Salmon, there they were in a huge promotional display staring at me.
There was every type of pie that Fray Bentos make in a bleeding great ark around the biggest tin of steak & ale pie I have ever seen.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, that kind of thing is always happening to me, it’s my fate, it’s my destiny, I was born to suffer. I’m probably just too sentimental, as Kaz would say “An incurable romantic” In fact I know I am, it runs in the family. I can remember a long time ago calling at my Sisters hotel when she was over here from Spain visiting. Whilst waiting for her I noticed a house brick on the coffee table, I asked her where it had come from and she explained that she had taken it from the rubble of the house we had grown up in as a reminder from that happy time.

And you think I’m crackers?