I have a warm, weird spot in my heart for the town of Melton Mowbray, in the UK. When I did my trip around the world back in 2001 it was the first place I went on my journey across the UK on a bike. I hadn't intended to go there - I got lost. But whatever. Anyway, the town is famous for being the home of pork pies, and today the BBC is reporting that they have been granted Protected Geographical Status, so now, just like champagne, only folks in the area can produce Melton Mowbray pork pies. The world is a very strange place.
As someone who just watched Sweeney Todd, I guess shutting down my production of meat pies happened just in time. But I wonder what the punishment is for faux pie?