Just reminded of this whilst watching Jane McDonald cruising in Australia, and stopping for a pie topped with mashed potato, mushy peas, then gravy in a kind of well made by first pressing the ladle into the pile.

I used to work making wire ware in Adelaide, South Australia, with a chap who, every lunchtime, would follow the same routine so closely it may impress a Geiko in Kyoto practising chado/the Japanese tea ceremony:

He would neatly cut off the top of his pie, drench it with tomato sauce, before neatly placing the pastry lid back on.

(And I bet I've made your weekend with that bit of info!)