I’ve tried the speech to text apps NotS but they don’t translate accurately and while the results are hilarious, correcting them is just as laborious as trying to see my mistakes.
For instance, they pick the logical version such as “Pot Spaghetti’ rather than you name 
Bubble & Squeak IS mashed potato and cabbage, usually from the day before but its an 'old school' recipe. As the Coca-Cola company used to say ‘accept no substitutes’. 
I once read that “Cornish Pasty” weas protected by copyrigt (or whatever applies to food) so nothing which isn't made from the genuine ingredients can be called that.
But everyone seems to get away with all sorts of fillings.
A true Cornish Pasty is diced (not minced) beef, potato, onion, swede and liberal helping of s & p.
The pasty is assembled (short crust pastry only) with the raw ingredients and cooked slowly, as they once were in the big ranges.
Depending on where you live in Kernow, some recipes have half and half: savoury divided by a layer of pastry inside and then apple or jam.
The miner or other worker, ate straight through but that hearty crust is not there so miners with dirty hands could discard it. No man in his senses would discard a well-made butter crust! Especially with rats scurrying around. The pasties were often wrapped in a clean cloth or later, greaseproof paper and a hanky.
Some even allege that a true pasty can only be made in
Cornwall but that’s not true either, the ingredients are what matters. Many Cornish people have left for world destinations.
I was taught pasty making, and the falsehood of these tales by a true old Cornish lady whose husband had been a miner in the pre-mechnical days when it often took an hour or more to climb down all the ladders to the rock face.
Some tunnels went out a long way under the sea and although the men couldn’t hear the waves, they could feel the vibrations as they crashed above. Scary stuff when sea water is dripping down the walls around you.
They had pit ponies who lived down there and miners brough up 'the deposits' for their gardens.
It's taken me 90 minutes to write this - which means I am either very stubborn or just plin stupid 