Monday, 21 January 2013

50 Shades of Mash

The day had come to open the pie n mash shop the small seaside town had been waiting for weeks. Looking through the window and watching the progress of the workers inside. fiddling with his brisket and trimming his edges while Mrs Pastry stirred her liquor and warmed her mash. At eleven o’clock Saturday morning the doors were opened to the waiting queue, as they entered the shop with it’s  warm atmosphere clean décor and pictures on the wall of pie shops gone by bringing back memories for lots of London customers.” 1 pie 2 mash “asked the first customer to the pretty girl behind the counter in her clean check uniform “2 pies 3 mash, eels and liquor” and so it went on as the queue filtered in. The queue was long and soon enough they ran out of pies , lock the door said Mrs Pastry and then ventured outside with a tray of tea and coffee and danced along the line handing out the drinks and Christmas wishes singing as she went. Meanwhile Mr Pastry made more pies and they were soon back on track. This went on all day with compliments from all the customers, by five o’clock the shop was empty and the couple started to clear up, still both singing away washing up and wiping down. It had gone very quiet when Mrs Pastry turned to see Mr Pastry slowly removing his apron, as Mrs Pastry moved forward he cleared the work bench and Mrs Pastry threw her check hat into the liquor, still wearing her rubber gloves , pounced on Mr Pastry with mash flying everywhere. Amidst the steam, Mrs Pastry hear something,”coo-ee” a voice was calling .  Mrs Pastry replaced her hat with liquor dripping down her forehead and went to serve. Anything left for me asked the small woman I don’t mind take away, sorry its all gone replied Mrs Pastry “never mind dear I’ll come back Monday”. The woman left the shop and Mr Pastry locked the door and they carried on with their duties.




The day had finally come the little seaside town had gained its first traditional pie and mash shop. A lot of hard work had gone into getting the shop ready and at eleven o’clock Saturday morning the doors the doors were opened by the lady of the shop. As the queue outside started to filter in out of the cold into the warm shop, behind the counter ready to serve were all the pretty relations dresses in their clean check uniforms, 1 pie 2 mash requested the first customer, 2 pies 2mash said the next and so it went on. People taking their seats and admiring the clean, smart décor and the photo’s of pie shops from long ago, Bringing back memories for most of the London customers.

The shop was busy and soon enough the pies ran short “you’ll have to lock the doors” said one of the girls. The doors were locked and the proprietor made cups of tea and coffee for the customers waiting outside. The doors were soon opened and the loyal customers gently filtered in and ordered their food. “More pies more mash, waiting for seats” were the calls from inside the shop and then “thanks love, very nice, lovely, be back again”.

Well done Sandra and Steve at frank’s pie and mash shop Canvey Island.