Recently, my father went away for a holiday, and he passed on his Raiders season tickets to me. So Taph and I went to the footy.
We took a couple of pies with us. We cooked them in the oven until they were nice and hot, wrapped them in foil, then in a couple of towels, and then put them in an insulated bag.
So at half time, our pies were still warmer then the ones we would have gotten from the surly teenagers working at the food stalls at the footy.