Every so often, we'll share short passages from works of fiction that have sent us scrambling kitchen-ward.

"Very carefully, I now began to unwrap the greaseproof paper from around the doctor's present, and when I had finished, I saw before me the most enormous and beautiful pie in the world. It was covered all over, top, sides, and bottom, with a rich golden pastry. I took a knife from beside the sink and cut out a wedge. I started to eat it in my fingers, standing up. It was a cold meat pie. The meat was pink and tender with no fat or gristle in it, and there were hard-boiled eggs buried like treasures in several different places. The taste was absolutely fabulous. When I had finished the first slice, I cut another and ate that too. God bless Doctor Spencer, I thought. And God bless Mrs. Spencer as well." - 'Danny, the Champion of the World' by Roald Dahl (1975)

It took about 25 years, but once I'd semi-mastered lard crusts, overcome my terror of meat jellies and happened to have a spare pig trotter on hand at the same time as a bone-in pork shoulder and some anchovies, I made myself the cold pork pie pictured above. I am assuredly no Mrs, Spencer, but it was, shockingly, worth the wait.

Your turn.

Has a bit of literature beelined straight from your brain on down to your stomach? Do tell in the comments below.