hello hello! Your HIC is coming off a 13-hour workshift, so today’s hoddle will be short.
I love mince pies.
I had my first at a Caffe Nero back in 2016. I knew I had to try this quintessentially British Christmas treat, with its accompanying coffee served in a jumper. And I fell in love.
The crumbly crust. The fruit. The tartness, the sweetness. The decadance.
Ohhhhhh boy my mouth is watering.
Ever since then I’ve hunted for mince pies. They are much harder to find in the US, especially if you don’t order off Amazon.
I used to go to a British grocer in New Canaan, Connecticut, to get my mince pie fix. I’d have a mince pie and an Irish coffee. Life was so great.
But I have no mince pie destination in Washington (well, Arlington, but whatever who cares). Christmas is in three days and I have yet to take a bite out of a mince pie.
What is a hoddler-in-chief to do?
Is Christmas possible without a mince pie?
Oh lord, help fitzie find his mince pie.
Fitzie’s track of the day: Last Christmas, by Wham!
And now for your links:
The Evening Standard does a sort-of preview on the Premier League’s return
Premier League wants to introduce temporary concussion substitutes next season
In the most exciting penalty shootout this week: Charlton defeat Brighton in EFL Cup
A guide for Britons on where to find the cheapest supermarket mince pies