M is for Mince Pie and Mouse Pantry
By Di_Hard
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short pastry case contains
mixed dried fruit, spirit-steeped
root roofed, unreached by rain,
three sided beech mast's heaped
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That's nice. A wild mouse,
That's nice. A wild mouse, not in our pantry! Rhiannon
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I'm very intrigued to know
I'm very intrigued to know what you mean by mouse pantry? I can see it's not mice in your pantry but I can't think what it could be!
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That's fascinating - thank
That's fascinating - thank you so much Di - I had no idea - how clever of them!
My last cat had a kind of pantry in the garden which he stacked with dead voles, neatly arranged in a kind of tower, under a large honeysuckle. We had no idea why he did that either!
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Yes - he was very good at
Yes - he was very good at computing too, and he did the same trick with a boot once! I quite often couldn't work out why he did what he did
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Mince pies aren’t a thing in
Mince pies aren’t a thing in Bulgaria. You can’t even buy the jars of mincemeat in the shops. Priyatelka is French and they’re also not a thing in France, so she had never tasted them until she came with me to England a couple of years ago, but she soon became hooked. She insisted that returning from my trip to Manchester a couple of weeks ago I should bring four or five boxes home with me.
However, since the Brexit thingy happened, taking foodstuffs from Britain across borders into EU member states is now illegal. However, I did as she asked. The packets were boastfully marked ‘deep filled’ (99p from Sainsbury’s … she doesn’t care for the posh ones) so I knew she would love me more than ever. For the flight I hid them in my hold luggage amongst dirty clothes (for padding) and books I had bought (for shielding from security scanners, possibly).
Nervously walking through the Bulgarian Customs green lane at Sofia airport, my mind was numb and my body was soaked with sweat. I had become a smuggler and an international criminal. But I got through undetected and my loved one was delighted to see me and the mince pies … but mostly the mince pies.
Please don’t tell anybody about this because I still live in fear, constantly looking over my shoulder. Next year I’ll make the mincemeat and the mince pies myself. I just can’t live with this pressure.
I can’t think about or mention your mouse pantry (though I just have) because my cats eat mice like Priyatelka eats mince pies.
Turlough
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