|New Zealand gas stations don't just sell fuel for cars. |
The pie display the BP gas station -- or petrol station as they say in NZ.
If there is one thing I've learned on my World Piece journey so far, it's that New Zealand loves pie. Kiwis (as New Zealanders are affectionately called) love pie so much it's sold at every gas station, convenience store, just about everywhere you look. Some consider it a staple and often eat it for "tea," which is dinner (which in parts of the US is known as supper), others say pie is what you eat when you're coming home from the bar. On this trip so far, it's been the go-to food when jet lag makes my stomach growl at odd hours outside of normal meal times.
Hand pies are served warm, the filling is soft and gooey gravy, and the crust is always flaky. And they are almost always savory, salty and hearty. (I don't even want to know the fat and calorie count!)
Rotorua, famous for its hot springs. It's a crazy thing to see a town built on a lake that looks more like a cauldron. Steam vents puff out columns of smoke all around the town, making for an eerie site, and the underlying concern that the whole place might blow up if the earth decided to let loose.
My NZ host, Grace, and I drove from Auckland to Rotorua on the way to her daughter's in Napier (Hawke's Bay) further south. In Rotorua, we stayed at the Ibis Hotel, where the manager rolled out the red carpet for us, upgrading our room to a lake view, throwing in a free breakfast, and then, when he heard about World Piece, he treated us to a free dinner buffet at the Novotel next door. That is some impressive Kiwi hospitality!
The buffet was a good introduction to the local cuisine, mainly fresh shellfish (oysters, mussels, shrimp), lamb shank, and their favorite dessert, a meringue/pudding combo called pavlova. After tasting the New Zealand specialty of Butter Chicken (similar to Tandoori chicken) and LOVING it --and raving about it to the waiter -- the chef came out with the recipe. His name is Rikesh and he is half Indian, half Fijian. He hand wrote out the recipe by hand for me and walked me through it, pointing out that he didn't have numbers or amounts for the ingredients. I told him, "Don't worry about it. That's how I bake!"
I'm down in Napier now and I had a butter chicken pie for lunch yesterday. It wouldn't win any pie contest. I fear Rikesh spoiled me for any other Butter Chicken. Thank goodness I have the recipe. And here it is for you.
|If you're ever in Rotorua, stay at the Ibis and make sure you|
have the dinner buffet at Novotel Hotel next door. And tell Rikesh I said hi.
|Hawke's Bay, New Zealand. Fertile and gorgeous, it's also one of the sunniest|
places in the country. Perfect for growing grapes and apples.
|It's bloody cold here in winter (yes, it's June!) so they moved the market inside.|
|If I could have bought one it would have been hard to decide which one!|
I came across the stall selling mushrooms. And at the stall was a recipe for mushroom pie.
|We used the rock as a cutting board for the feijoa fruit.|
|Grace's daughter Louise cuts the apple pie.|
|Cloves and caster sugar. Grams instead of ounces. You can see it's not an American recipe. |
Note they also suggest using a pie bird.
And the World Piece journey continues....
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