Mince Pies — Burn After Reading

Now that Christmas is merely a hazy memory akin to my recollection of the precise location that I last parked my car, I feel the need to do a post-mortem analysis on the whole sorry affair, focusing in particular on a cornerstone of the festive foundations; mince pies.

It’s a Deal, it’s a Steal.

On the second day of January this year I was re-stocking our pantry at the local comestibles super-emporium when I picked up a pack of six mince pies that had been reduced to 10p. The store in question was still trying to shift an enormous pallet load of the things, but these pies were hanging around like the mate that seemingly doesn’t want to leave after staying over the night so just moulds himself into the sofa eating crisps instead. Unfortunately, you can’t reduce the price of your friend to the point that he’s so cheap someone will simply pay to take him away, as you can with mince pies. More’s the pity.

Anyway, in the true spirit of bargains being something you don’t need at a price you cannot resist, and despite Christmas being over, I grabbed a pack of these little pastry packages. I have no time for the idea of restricting the consumption of such items to a brief period in late December. I understand that eating the seasons is A Good Thing in respect of buying fresh produce but when it comes to mince pies and Christmas…