I remember when working at the grocery store there was a customer who made tourtière and he brought us one. It was something like four inches deep. The bits of potato were scarce. The spicing was minimal. And it was one of the best things I can remember eating. Very fond memory of eating that meat pie out back of the store by the wood pallets.
There are certain dishes in which the austerity and sincerity is richness.
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