Just back from lunch, nothing extraordinary, meat pie on a park bench. Loves like a pie I think, hot, flaky with such promise. Comfortable, familiar but somehow always disappointing.The filling never lives up to the package or how you imagine it will be. Pies are cheap and quick, so maybe it is not fair to compare a pie to love. Perhaps to a casual affair, rich and bad for you. A guilty secret from your friends. Usually too hot and burns your mouth. Hidden. Everyone knows pies are bad, but every body eats them.
Convienience foods, are affairs convenient? yes they probably are, they require no commitment. I watch the pigeons and think if pies can be likened to adultry, then what is love, I didnt come up with an answer. I dont think I'll ever understand it.
