Tell anyone outside the UK that a mince pie has no minced meat in it and they give you the same quizzical look that is forthcoming when you refer to the town of Cholmonderley as Chumly. Chumly is also the word for one of those moments of crumbly silence when you and a friend have first bitten into a mince pie, and it is of the finest quality. There was a review of Industrial Mince Pies ( those baked in a factory rather than the home-made Farmer’s Market types ) in the Guardian before Christmas. It’s a job I aspire … Continue reading Mince Pie Review, and buttercups.