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Okay. The Keewanaw Peninsular in winter is bloody amaaaazing.

The snow on the trees is like every Christmas card you've ever seen, squared. Robert Frost would slit his wrists. Bev Doolittle could hide a whole army of piebald elephants in it. It's incredible stuff. Birch trees everywhere, looking pale and papery, fir trees covered in great blobs and globules of snow. We drove by Lake Superior, where the water was grey and the sky was grey and the waves rolled against black rocks, with white snow and immense fringes of icicles. The ice that piles up on the rocks is the palest blue-green, the exact color of--well, to eschew romanticism in favor of accuracy, it's the exact color of Daquiri Ice sherbet from Baskin Robbins. Since it provides the only color in a completely monochromatic landscape (with maybe a hint of deep earth red at places along the shore) it's a gorgeous effect, as well as giving one a vague craving for ice cream.

We stopped at Lake Bailey, which is frozen solid now and covered in snow, and Tom and I shuffled a few hundred yards through the snow to check out a broken line of coyote tracks. The view of forest and hillside covered in snow was incredible. The silence was incredible. My mother's attempts to photograph things through the window of the moving car...well, perhaps not so incredible, but we give her points for effort, anyway.

Also, I have eaten a pastie. Most of us probably know pasties as the things used to cover stripper nipples, but in this case, it appears to be a local dish, rather like a dry pot-pie in a thin crust. A kind of Yooper calzone. The crust may be more or less leathery, and the interior contains meat, onion, potato, rutabaga, and so forth. (What this may say about the size and consistency of Yooper stripper nipples--Christ, try saying that five times fast--is open to debate.)


Gah, after going through all the comments, I crave a pastie. It sounds so tasty just now.

Me too. I wonder if we could get one around here? Probably not. :(

There's a whole "Good eats" episode on pasties in their many variations, from coal-miner's lunch to poptarts.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_32305,00.html

recipe for the dough there, and several fillings (but improvise all you like) and cooking methods.

OMNOM!

I spent a summer in the UP many years ago, working for the Forest Service down around Shingleton. We never got up to Keewenaw, although we did have pasties one day while we were out and about. It's glorious in summer, too - you haven't lived until you've gone skinny dipping in Lake Superior in July! (and had to break the ice skin to do it!)

Damn, this post has me craving pasties (the food!) now.

Pasties are one of the best things about living in Cornwall. (The edible sort, anyway. I'm too repressed to know anything about the other. ;) ) All sorts fancy variations now, but I'm a traditionalist.

Hey, I've heard of pasties!

This books series I read, set in an eclectic small city in...seemed to be set in Northern Michigan. On the Great Lakes and across from Canada, at least.

But, yeah, they made an issue over the regional specialty, the pasty. (Rhyme: 'nasty').

Would that be the "Cat Who..." series by any chance?

I forgot to mention that there are two primary ways to cook a pasty, whatever the constitution of the insides:

- Cook the ingredients, then stuff the pastry, and bake a shortish time.

- Stuff the pastry, then bake it all together for about an hour.

The latter method is the one I was taught by my grandmother and consider the former to be heresy, though I grudgingly admit that either method works. I state with no bias whatsoever that my grandmother's way produces a superior flavor. :9

My mom makes delicious chicken pasties cooked in cream of mushroom. *_* She's English, I only recently realized they aren't well known over here, heh. She makes them specially for me when I come back from college since she knows they're my favorite. *grins*

My husband grew up around there. One of these days I've got to go visit with him.

My husband and I spent a good five minutes saying "youper stripper nipples" as fast as possible.


It is hard!

Holy crap. Ursula is eating pasties 15 miles away from me. Were they homemade or did you visit one of the thousand places around here that sells them?

Got 'em at Connie's in Calumet.

I am deeply envious to you over the snow.

Just so everyone has an idea, this picture is 15 miles away from Calumet and taken in downtown Houghton (the "big town" in the Keweenaw) at the beginning of December.

Downtown Houghton

MMMMM.....Daquiri Ice ... My fav sherbet @ BR