Yesterday I made my first pasty. If you aren't familiar with pasties, they are a flaky pastry filled with meat and vegetables usually potato and/or rutabaga. They were brought to northern Minnesota by Cornish miners.
I made my pasty with leftovers from the beef stock I had made earlier in the week. It wasn't really an authentic pasty since it was made with beef, carrot, celery and parsnip. They still turned out very good.
The kids ate them up like they were candy. That was gratifying, especially after their lack luster reaction to my beet soup.
