I was treated to a homemade pasty for lunch today. My boss spent some years in northern Wisconsin and picked up the recipe along the way. About once a year he makes a batch. I think this year’s timing is associated with one of his son’s birthday. As the resident honorary Yooper I usually get to sample his wares.
Yesterday Carl served me a can of Vernors with dinner. I thought Vernors would be a perfect pairing with the pasty. But when I tried to locate 2 cans of the assumed 6-pack I had no luck. (Carl was back asleep by that time) I think perhaps he bought a single can.
In other news I, about 10 am I realized I had my shirt on backwards. I don’t think anyone noticed, and I only realized when I felt the tags in front.
Today’s nice morning has devolved into a deluge, with wind. At least we are almost home.
February 6, 2016 at 6:17 am |
Did the pasty contain rutabaga? 😉