So today I'm sitting around the house alone and I find a fresh homemade jar of pickled onions I made a year ago, some home brew and some aged cheddar and I am instantly taken back to my youth. Then it started me thinking how sad it is that my brother and sister and myself are the only ones left that can enjoy some of the traditional British farm foods that my mother made. Being a first gen yank i grew up on the foods that my mom from the Yorkshire countryside. Dish's like pork pies, pigs in a blanket, bubble and squeak, bangers and mash and Cornish pasties. Foods that my wife and kid, nieces and nephews would say WTF is that. God what I wouldn't give for some fresh pork pie. a hot Cornish pastie and English aged cheddar.