Moroccan filo pie

Ingredients lined up and ready to go in Saltycdogg's kitchen. Is there anywhere in the country where butternut squash isn't on offer at the moment? Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Ingredients awaiting kick-off at MissWhiplash's. A request for a shot of MissW dicing squash in her PJs was, probably wisely, declined. Nice knife, though. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Following the Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Calamity! Flushed with the roaring success of his balls, BiggestJim managed to singe his nuts (nothing at all to do with the Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Butternut squash and bubbling butter on the stove at BiggestJim's. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

BiggestJim's filo pastry defrosting on the kettle. Surprisingly, it worked! Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Saltycdogg's butter-drenched pie of lovliness awaiting its date with the oven. It was a stretch but that filo made the grade. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Saltycdogg tastes lentils with thought. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Ta-da! MissWhiplash's perfect savoury meringue. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Hang on, not a meringue at all, a filo pie in the Whiplash house. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Looking good, BiggestJim! Photograph: guardian.co.uk

CatWhiplash offers a verdict on the efforts of the humans. Tough critics, cats ... Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Looks pretty good to us, MissWhiplash. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

BiggestJim's final triumph. Photograph: guardian.co.uk

Saltycdogg's dinner. Try saying McEvedy's Moroccan filo pie without saying mmm ... Photograph: guardian.co.uk