We are throwing a baby shower/luncheon for our newest R.N. tomorrow at the office, so I am baking a very large pasty (meat pie) which smells quite lovely as I type. Two pie crusts, some stew meat, potato, and onion, all baked for one hour and thirty minutes at 350F. Some people like rutabaga and carrot in their pasties, but I do not. I have passed on my grandmother’s pasty recipe, which dates back to her parents in Laurium, MI in the 1890, to all my adult children, who cook them on a regular basis themselves, keeping cultural and family traditions alive and well from Washington D.C. (Madeline) to California (Eric and Antoinette). It has become dark too quickly after work to deer hunt now, restricting my efforts to weekends with the crossbow, and later the 30-30 Marlin or 7mm Savage. Eric was lucky to take his buck last week and resist waiting for a larger rack, as it may not happen, even though we have had six, eight, and ten pointers visit on occasion. This is a very exciting time of the year for me in the Upper Peninsula…from the weather and hunting, to the return of more diffused light and snow for my photographic art. Have been eyeing the cross country skis, snowshoes, and ice fishing gear in anticipation.
“If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.”
― Shannon L. Alder