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Hmmm…. Back in the late ’70’s in Southeastern Massachusetts, I knew a kid who said ‘za. But it was always with a bit of self-conscious irony…

The pie looks pretty good and I kinda like the name–sounds like ‘comity’…

Man, that takes me back to the early 70’s in Melbourne where you couldn’t swing the proverbial cat without hitting a hippie/trekker joint selling big slices of Devon, Hunza or Bobotie pie.

Now I’m hungry.

Bobotie – ha.

One of my co-workers pronounced that ‘BowBow-tie’.
Much to the immense amusement of the Voortrekkers.

Meanwhile, the only pie I smell is humble pie for the EU bureaucrats.

I’ve never heard anyone in the wild say ‘za, by the way.

You’d hear it if you were to go to San Francrisco. That place used to be merely extremely self-absorbed and silly, but now it is downright Hellish.

Homity Pie looks delicious!

But….
”It looks like the cross between a quiche and a ‘za.“

?? Piz-ZA ??

This is a bit-o-slang I’ve never heard before in all my sheltered years. Is it common?

I don’t feel too bad for having never heard of “ big slices of Devon, Hunza or Bobotie pie ; if Australia is involved, weird is sort of par for the course. However, I feel like “Za” is something I should have heard one of my dressed-in-all-black-clothing friends say while listening to “world-music” or some such.

‘ZA – Anyone else read Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden novels?

Harry is the ” ‘Za Lord! “

Bribing faeries with ‘za, the Wild Hunt in Chicago, and Bob.

Oh, DurnedYankee, how I want to find McAnally’s…

LesterIII –
Indeed! I’d pay, a lot, just to be allowed inside, possibly in blood provided they left me enough to remain conscious.

You had me at pie 🙂 I would try it; I’ve never tasted leeks, or eaten whole mustard seeds (crunchy, I suppose). I did wonder what kind of cheese was used. It looks to be about the size of an American pot pie.

@Some Veg…the “pies” were not OZ recipes, but appropriated from either the UK (Homity/Devon pie), one of her Dominions (bobotie), or a popular stop along the trekking trail (Hunza pie). There was a huge myth about the lacto-vegetarian diet and longevity of the Hunza…neither proved to be factual. Silverbeet is a staple in my veggie garden so I still make Hunza pie; an amped up quiche and delicious.

Backpacking/Trekking in one’s gap year was huge for Brit & European students in the 70’s. Oz was on the route to/from the Indian subcontinent and Africa. We had a constant stream of strangers turning up on our doorstep with letters of introduction. We met some very interesting people, they’d stay a day or two and move on. Our hospitality was reciprocated when we travelled in the UK.

Simpler times, eh?

Durned said “Meanwhile, the only pie I smell is humble pie for the EU bureaucrats.

I hate to say it, but the EU Deep State will be just as intractable as is ours. The EU was a very, very bad idea. Europe hasn’t had a good idea in…well, ever.

Nobody says “‘za”.