(G)Rumblin’ through Queensland—or (P)Terodactyl’s Terrible Trip

[Cormanus]

redbirds, the meat pie is still OK by me, but they aren't quite as good as they once were. Back in the day they got churned out of the bakery daily and were kept in a pie heater—best described as a large stainless steel box with an element and four or five shallow warming drawers each holding lots of pies. Now days, they freeze them in a cellophane-like wrapper, whip them out and microwave them. It does that microwave thing of making them too moist (actually I mean slightly soggy) and makes them too danged hot as well.

Once when I was a lot younger and driving cabs for a living, I had to go to the pie factory at about 4.00 am to pick someone up. I went inside, breathed in through my nose and thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Fresh meat pies.

An old-fashioned pie warmer looked something like this.