Roasted Vegetable Filo Pie with Feta Cheese: Manners have never been Paul’s strong point. It’s not his fault of course. Growing up with 18 siblings in 1970s Liverpool would be enough to test even the meekest child. Let alone Paul. But such shortcomings simply do not cut the mustard Hermès neck-scarf in Berry’s book.
Without so much as a thought for his judging partner, Paul cuts himself a hearty slice of pastry and sets about shovelling it into his sheriff-bearded pie-hole. However, in a spectacular display of tough love and agility, our heroine snatches the filo from under his nose at the very last moment - quick-as-a-flash. Leaving the baker chewing on his own, doughy fingers. Just desserts indeed [sic].
Sue can’t believe her eyes.