Are you ready to put a bit of kitsch in the kitchen? Grab one of my coconut shell bowls and let me take you by the hand to Club Tropicana! Panama and cocktail umbrella optional.
I always used to make mince pies with my Nan. I used to watch her make the pastry by hand, endlessly folding the pastry into thirds and dotting each third with a mix of butter and shortening. She would roll the pastry out neither too thick nor thin and it would be my job to use a fluted cutter to stamp out the rounds.