Leftovers pie and pie leftovers

Monday night was pie night in our house this week! On Sunday we had enjoyed a  roast chicken dinner, so on Monday I used the remaining chicken, leftover veg and gravy, added some frozen peas and popped on a puff pastry (frozen puff pastry of course!) top.  It was really really easy…an assembly job more than anything with just a little bit of rolling out of the pastry (and my dad kindly picked the meat of the carcass and joints for me which was really especially lovely of him as he was not going to get to stay and eat the pie…that’s unconditional fatherly love for you). And it was T A S T Y !!!!

It came out of the oven all golden and bubbling


And when we cut into it the meat, veg and gravy was delicious and moist and the pastry had that awesome combo of crispiness with a soggy (in a good way) bit nearer the bottom.  Yum yum yum. As Monday this week was B’s Friday (when you work in retail there is not a typical Monday to Friday routine and his weekend was Tues, Wed this week!) he added a bottle of cider as an extra treat!


So when I had trimmed round my pie dish I had a fair amount of pastry left…too much to throw away.  What to do with it? I contemplated making a quick desert by adding some frozen summer fruits but knew even I, with my love of pie (can take the girl out of Wigan etc….) could not manage pastry then pastry for tea! So I turned to my mum for suggestions and she told me Grandma Sheffield would make Fause Cake with leftover pastry.

After quite a lot of debate over spelling and meaning of “fause” (is it sly or is it false) and a rummage in the pantry to see where the rogue smart price sultanas where hiding I embarked on recreating an old family favourite of which I knew Grandma Sheff would be proud.

Grandma Sheffield was the queen of make do and mend…she could not throw anything away…but didn’t simply hoard it, everything was put to good use.  She was amazing.  I loved going into her bedroom as a child.  It was at the back of her 2 up 2 down terrace in Lancashire and in the afternoon the sun used to pour in the back window giving light and warmth and emphasising the smell of dried lavender which was always present in that room.  If I was really lucky I was allowed to have a look in her big cupboard at the back of the room which was an aladdins cave of buttons, bits and fabrics, and fabulous things she was creating for the next sale of work at the salvation army, where she was a dedicated soldier all of her life. I am so privileged to have some of these buttons, trims and fabrics in my own stash now…and the look and still now the vague smell of them evokes so many memories I love it! I endeavour to keep the make do and mend spirit alive in Grandma Sheff’s memory and hope she would be proud.

But anyway, back to the fause cake…I rolled out the remaining pastry into 2 rough rectangles, and at one end added a small dod of butter (dod being a technical term obviously!) and a handful of sultanas.  Folded over pastry with some slits in top and brushed with milk.  These were then baked alongside the pie in the oven. B and I enjoyed one with our coffee on Tuesday morning while Plum was at playgroup and it was delicious.  Kind of like a rustic pain aux raison (I can hear Grandma Sheff shouting “a what?”). And the remaining one was wrapped in tin foil and sent away with B for an energy boost before he embarked on his ice climb in Glen Coe yesterday.


So all in all the leftovers pie and the pie leftovers were both a great success.  Since Monday I have done a bit more googling to try and find out more on origins and meanings of fause cake, and there is a lot out there and many regional varieties.  I think my conclusion is that this particular one was a speciality of Baxter Street, Standish and I look forward to hearing more about it when Plum and I take a road trip to Lancs to see the family there in the Easter hols…you never know, I may even make some fause cake for sustinance on the road down…as long as we have had a pie the night before of course!

And finally, before I go, as I have spoken about it in this blog, I feel just have to share this shot of Grandma’s button tin and just a tiny fraction of the button delights which hide within it.  A true mix of buttons gathered over many many years, most of which still have thread and fabric attached from where they have been removed from garments…I love love love being the custodian of this button box.  It is more than a cheap thrill, it is a downright privilege as there is more history than Dan Snow would know what to do with in this tin and every time I attach one of these buttons to something I make I feel I am passing on a little bit of that history and love with that item. I love it. x



5 thoughts on “Leftovers pie and pie leftovers

  1. ..Wonderful…made me smile’inside’…enjoy…loving the button tin…and its contents so lovingly described…<3

  2. My mum had a button tin just like this, my own spare buttons are just festering away in the bottom of my sewing box, getting all tangled up with the loose cotton threads (shameful in comparison I know)!

  3. What a fab nostalgic and thrifty piece of writing Katie. Food-wise, I chuck out virtually nothing….there is always something to be saved / added to / munched up / to make a wee frozen meal / snack for Hannah, to be popped in the freezer for another time. I’ve done the pie thing in the past, but the fause cake is most definitely on my list of things to try next time :o) Yay, even less waste……

  4. This brought back fond memories of my gran using up puff pastry in the same way! I’d forgotten all about this so willow doing this next time with my leftover puff pastry:-)

  5. Oh Katie, now I feel so guilty that I just threw out not one, but two button tins, with some dating from the 1930’s, when my 101 friend Elsie died a couple of years ago, and I was helping to clear her house. I just din’t know where to send them at the time! Have since found a couple of places in York, one being a super
    café in Lord Mayors Walk with craft workshops upstairs.

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