It's the egg and bacon pie that beckons me in every time I walk past the bakehouse. It and the sundry flaky crusted cohorts newly dispatched from the oven. Evenly browned, hot and ever capable of satisfying the constant craving.
Edited by: Drovers_Dog to add: Sometimes I deviate and run off the rails and go for the chicken and Camembert option. But because of the high temperature of the cheese and the insatiable urge to readily satisfy my addiction I often burn my lips. Culinary track marks can be a right bastard.

