Haute cuisine

Last Saturday I treated myself to a 'chunky steak pie' from the supermarket, and looked forward to the succulent contents that the description had conjured up in my mind. When dinner time came round, I enjoyed the pastry and the gravy was delicious. It was a good thing that it was; I was hard-pressed to find any meat of any description, until I found a couple of tiny fragments right towards the end. I came to the conclusion that the word 'chunky' must only have applied to the shape of the said delicacy, rather than to its contents.