Pie day

No, not that pi day... just a non-cooking day today.

A bit of a crisis back home kept us up all night watching the phone and googling flight details (it turns out that Seville is a pretty poor place from which to travel to the North of England), so that we were a bit slow in getting up this morning. The day has been disrupted and disorganised such that we were lucky when we realised how late it was that there was a ready made pie in the fridge.

We bought the pie from Carrefour's deli counter on Monday, with little idea of what it was. Meat and chorizo were mentioned on the label so we thought perhaps we might enjoy it.

It was called Hornazo and that turns out to be a pie with an interesting background!

According to Wikipedia: "In Salamanca, it is traditionally eaten in the field during the "Monday of the Waters" (Lunes de Aguas) festival. The name of this unique festival supposedly comes from a twisting of the word "enagua," or petticoat, which the prostitutes of the town used to wear under their dresses. During Lent, tradition tells us that the prostitutes of the town were sent to the other side of the Tormes River, so that the men of the town were not distracted during the religious observances. On the Monday of the Waters, the students of the town threw a party on the banks of the river to celebrate the return of the women, and ate hornazo as part of the celebration."

Well!

News from home suggests that the crisis is lessened so I think perhaps that DH will not be jetting off and leaving Nell and I to fend in a foreign land, where the pies are strange. We are happy enough about that but happier still that the reason is lessened.