Well, it may be spring, but here in Minnesota the weather has been rather capricious, vacillating mercilessly between winter and summer. The weekend was beautiful, but the new week was heralded by thunderstorms and cooler temperatures again. Looks like the entire week will be like this.
It’s the kind of weather that makes me want to eat oatmeal and drink hot chocolate and curl up with a good book.
And eat comfort food for dinner.
That’s where this recipe comes in. It’s one of my grandma’s, but I don’t have a scanned version since she decided to throw away her recipe card for this one when we were cleaning out her old recipe box because she knows it by heart.
These are called “pastys,” pronounced like “past-eez,” not like the color my skin gets in the winter.