The best I can hope for here in the US would be a chicken pot-pie and most of those taste like ass. Listen OP...it was the sausage rolls that did it for me so...can I stay with you for a month or two? Just long enough to apply for citizenship? Please? The only pie I'll miss would be pumpkin and honestly, I'll have forgotten about that by my first pasty. I don't care that the US is turning into a military state: we've always been one devoid of Branston Pickle and, decent pies.
This image alone inspired more love in my soul than my last two relationships.

This image alone inspired more love in my soul than my last two relationships.