This is the second of my essays about my recent trip to England. One of the goals of my trip to England was to, as much as possible, explore traditional English foods. The last few times I've been in the UK I've had more "ethnic" food. Indian food in the UK can be pretty fantastic, and I've run into some great Moroccan, Japanese, Chinese and other places in London, Edinburgh, and other places, but this time I purposely stayed away from non-British. In this installment, we encounter savory English pastry.
I looked anxiously up and down the quaint, oh-so-well-preserved main street of Ironbridge, the little town nestled next to the famous bridge of the same name. My mother had wandered off on her own. Just as I was about to go running up and down the street looking for her, she emerged calmly from a hidden corner, clutching something in her hand.
"Some nice gentleman gave this to me" she said, holding out the remnants of some pastry. I swallowed the shock of the fact that my mother (who had lived and thrived for 20+ years in New York City) had been trusting enough to accept food from a total stranger, I peered at the pastry. "What is it?"
"He said it was an Ironbridge Pasty" she said with her mouth full. She pointed to a suitably pretty Old Fashioned shop on the other side of the street. "He got it from there I think."
Let me backtrack a bit. When we used to live in England (me: ages 5 to 10, approximately) one of the treats I really looked forward to was a Cornish pasty. (Incidentally, pasty is pronounced PAH-stee, not PAY-stee.) In my memory, the Cornish pasty available from the local shop was bigger than my two hands spread wide apart, with a savory, yummy crust and an even yummier filling of meat and vegetables. I was also quite fond of sausage rolls. (Yes, my food obsession did start quite early.)
Cornish pasties were originally miner's food, with sturdy crusts that could be grabbed with grimy hands. Ironbridge pasties, according to the shop that sells them, similarly originated as lunch for the iron foundry workers. As you can see, it's plump, with a golden crust, a wavy crust edge. It is definitely adorable.
The crust - ah, the crust. English pastry crust, if "properly" made, is made from suet (beef fat usually rendered from the fat around the cow's kidneys), and has a distinctive flavor. You simply don't encounter it anywhere else really - most continental European pastries use butter, or sometimes a mixture of butter and lard, and American pastry favors vegetable shortening. A while back I went through a English Cooking phase, and tried to get a hold of suet. Searching the net, the only use for suet nowadays anywhere else seems to be to make those nut-and-seed logs people hang up to attract birds to their gardens. So, only the British people and birds seem to like suet. But I digress. This particular crust was quite thin, which made it rather crumbly but quite good. The filling had rather too much mushy potato for me but was tasty nonetheless.
Encouraged by the tasty pasty, we decided to try another typically English savory pastry, a pork pie. A pork pie is round, solid, and filled with a ground pork mixture. It usually has a little hole on the top, and the meat is surrounded with some gelatinous stuff which is like aspic. It's meant to be served cold or at room temperature anyway (pasties and sausage rolls can be heated up). The pork pie from the pie shop was quite tasty, though not as good as the pasty. I couldn't finish the little pie; I suppose that the stomach can only take so much suet pastry. The voracious pigeons that hovered around, however, were quite willing to finish it off for me.
Pork pies, pasties, sausage rolls - these savory pastries are quintessentially British. They definitely sit solidly in the stomach. In English cookery books, you read a lot about the importance of making pastry that is "light"; no wonder, because suet pastry that is hard and solid is truly a horror. (We encountered such a rocksolid, heavy pastry, again unfortunately from Tesco's, a few days later.) It's something you have to try at least once though, if you are in England.
Ironbridge, dubbed the "Cradle of the Industrial Revolution", refers to the famous bridge itself as well as the restored town that nestles in the astoundingly beautiful gorge. For more information about the site and its great museums, see http://www.ironbridge.org.uk/ .