What is a Peasant Pie, if not the ultimate bachelor foodie food?
No muss, no fuss, no plate or fork or clean up required, unless you count brushing the crumbs off your shirtfront.) On our second date, Mr. FM served up a few plump pies to me. (He also cooked for me on our first date, a dish he’d had in a café in France and learned to recreate. Isn’t that romantic? Notwithstanding the fact that he was in France with another woman when he first ate it. I’ve never met her but I feel certain she is far less pretty than me. Right? RIGHT???) Ahem. Pardon the aside. So anyway, he had been telling me all about his beloved Peasant Pies and how scrummy they are and how he really couldn’t wait to make some for me. “Make” some. So I came over, this time without a bottle of wine (the last one ended up in the trash. Unopened. He has champagne tastes and it was a lowly bottle of BV merlot. Like Miles from Sideways, Mr. FM won’t go near merlot with a ten-foot pole.) And so, we feasted on peasant pies. They were good. They were delicious, in fact. (My favorite was th
