Last weekend, hubby and I set off on a three-day adventure and flew south to Christchurch. I was very excited to learn we’d drive through the small town of Fairlie on the way to our final destination of Tekapo. Excited, because Fairlie has a famous bakery that produces excellent and delicious, award-winning pies.
I said to hubby, “We must visit.”
And being the perfect husband he said, “All right.”
According to our local news, the queues have been out the door all summer since now tourists, as well as locals, are in on the secret. We climbed from our rental car prepared to wait for our turn to order.
The line wasn’t too bad, but then came the first stumbling block.
They didn’t have any vegetarian pies.
“Never mind,” I said. “You have a pie.” I scanned the other offerings. Nothing vegetarian and I didn’t feel like a cake, even though they looked delicious.
You know how it is when you set your mind on something and only that will do? That was my mind set. I wanted a pie.
Hubby chose a pork and apple pie. He ate it with relish and proceeded to tell me how delicious it tasted.
I drank my coffee. Very good coffee, but not a pie!
Hubby said, “We’ll visit on the way back. The girl said they’d most likely have vegetarian pies then.”
Fast forward to Monday…
We drove through Fairlie, parked and joined the line.
The next stumbling block. No vegetarian pies on the menu today either.
“I’ll have coffee,” I said. Talk about disappointed…
Hubby chose the Venison and Cranberry pie this time.
We dined in this time. Hubby cutting his pie.
The venison and cranberry filling revealed…
And this…this is a Fairlie Happy Pie Face.
I think I must be the only person in New Zealand who hasn’t worn this face.
Me…I’m not so impressed with Fairlie pies and the Fairlie Bakehouse, although they do have great coffee.