3:04 PM Posted by Martha A Cheves
2 tablespoons of oil
2 medium onion, finely chopped
2 clove garlic, minced
1 kilogram minced beef
4 tablespoons plain flour
4 teaspoons mustard (dry or jarred is fine)
½ cup of ketchup or tomato sauce
2 tablespoons of worcestershire sauce (optional)
4 cups beef stock
1 teaspoon mixed herbs
8 sheets ready-rolled shortcrust pastry
8 sheets ready-rolled puff pastry
egg yolk, lightly beaten
Preheat overn to moderately hot. Heat oil in a pan and cook onion and garlic over medium heat until cooked through. Add minced beef to pan and cook through until browned. Add flour, mustard, ketchup, herbs and worcestershire. Cook for 1 minute. Add stock and bring to the boil. Reduce heat and let simmer, uncovered, for 5 minutes or until the mixture has reduced and thickened. Remove from heat and allow mixture to cool.
Cut the shortcrust pastry to fit the base and sides of your tin. You can use pie tins, muffin ties or other tins here. Individual pies are best but you can use this recipe to make a family size pie. Divide the cooled meat mixture between the pastry shells. Brush the edges with beaten egg yolk. Cut tops for the pie from the puff pastry using a slightly smaller bowl or plate than you did for the bottoms. Place over the top, press edges to seal and trim away excess pastry. Brush top of pastry with egg yolk. Using a sharp knife, make two small slits in top of each pie.
Place in over and bake for 15 minutes or until golden.
Serve pies hot with ketchup or tomato sauce. Can also be served with mashed potatoes or fries.
The William S Club - Review by Martha A Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; A Book and A Dish
Damon’s grandfather pulled a heavy brass key from around his neck. For as long as he could remember that key had hung there, a visual reminder of a lifetime of secrets. ‘I want to know the moment she boards the plane,’ his grandfather said. Damon nodded. Not like he had any other choice. Fresh rain pelted the double glazed windows as the key clinked in the lock, echoing across the Spartan dining room. The house had become more mausoleum than home. Behind the wooden door lay a metal door; the kind used by bank vaults. It protected a flight of stairs that led to the basement. Not that Damon Harvey had ever been down there. The basement was forbidden to all but The William S Club. As a child, Damon spent hours pondering what lay behind that door. Now he didn’t care. Let them have their secrets. As long as they left him alone.