Made a batch of chunky steak pies for the local airport firies today for lunch. I was quite nervous because they love good food and have no hesitation in passing harsh judgement if it's not up to their high standards.
Pies, veggies, baked smashed potatoes and lashings of meaty gravy were piled on to rather large plates, they sat down and it was silent for over five minutes with just the occasional nodding of a head here and there.
The fire commander broke the silence as he broke into a sweat with a barrage of swear words then muttered "geeze that's a good pie". All the others just nodded and kept eating. All of the plates were cleaned up, two of which got a lickover as well.
I ended up getting further positive feedback - was asked when I'm coming back to make more pies
