I've been a major slacker on the Friday Pie Day front for the past couple of months (though I have shared a few pies on other days), but I think these little meat pies mostly make up for it.
In anticipation, I also commissioned this awesome Tim Burton style portrait from artist Lay Black on Fiverr of me in the style of Mrs. Lovett...with my kitty-cat Luna (who will not be used for pies, thank you very much). I love it so much! A big thanks goes to Katharina of Pretty Cake Machine for recommending the artist.
He returns to his former place of residence in London, located above Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop. Although his appearance had changed a lot over the years, Mrs. Lovett recognizes him, and having a bit of a thing for him, allows him to move into the vacant flat where he and his family once lived.
Sweeney Todd makes his prowess as a barber known, in hopes of luring Judge Turpin to his chair. But when a fellow barber (and con man) recognizes Todd as Barker and threatens to expose him, Todd kills him.
As Mrs. Lovett worries about how they are going to dispose of the body, an idea comes to her. Her pie shop is suffering since she can't afford meat...and cats are hard to catch (boo). Soon they are on the same wavelength, with visions of literal Shepherds pie (and priest pie, and green grocer pie, and poet pie) dancing in their heads. Sweeney Todd rigs his barber chair so that once slitting the neck of someone who won't be missed, they are tipped out into a chute leading to the basement where Mrs. Lovett grinds them up and makes them into pie.
It's man devouring man, my dear. And who are we to deny it in here?
Judge Turpin does eventually wind up in Sweeney Todd's chair, but only after Todd has hastily killed a nosy "old woman" that's been spying on the both the pie shop and the barber shop.
The story ends even more tragically than it begins, when after noticing the lifeless body of that old woman, realizes that it was actually his beloved wife. Yes, she drank poison, but it didn't kill her...just drove her a bit mad. In rage, he shoves Mrs. Lovett into the fire (because she knew and didn't tell him) before having his throat (willingly) slit by Toby, the young boy that had figured out their secret.
I did leave a few things out, including the fate of his daughter and the sailor...in case you haven't seen it, I don't want to spoil it all. On that not so pleasant note—let's make meat pies.
I porked them up (because I couldn't rightly say "beefed" them up) even more by using bacon grease and pork stock. They make right nice little pies alongside a glass of ale, or even a tot of gin, both ways that Mrs. Lovett would serve them.
Check out all of the Tim Burton inspired recipes for #Burtoween at Witchy Kitchen!