When I call on an elderly aunt who lives by herslef I usually take some food.
More often than not it’s something which can be frozen if she doesn’t want to eat it in the next day or two.
One of the something’s I’ve often taken is a picnic pie.
But when chatting with another aunt recently I discovered this particular culinary offering wasn’t being appreciated because Aunt 1 didn’t like picking all the paper from round the pie.
Paper? Aunt 2 wondered.
Then the penny dropped – Aunt 1 hadn’t come across filo pastry before and had mistaken it for baking paper.