I learned about pasties from an old Welshman, but I found them in
restaurants in Butte, Montana when I spent time out there in the late 70s
and 80s--good stuff. Those old Irish copper miners ate a lot of them too.
Lance
----- Original Message -----
From: "Jim Dincau" <jdincau@qnet.com>
To: "Jon E. Wennerberg" <jon@infodestruction.com>
Cc: "land Speed List" <land-speed@autox.team.net>
Sent: Tuesday, July 13, 2004 7:54 PM
Subject: Re: Salt Talks is a-comin'!
> Hi Jon,
> My Dad was from Iron River MI. My grandmother who imigrated from
> Italy learned to make pasties from the hard rock iron miners from Cornwall
> that boarded with them. She also learned english from them, including such
> expressions as "bloody bugger" which she delivered with an Italian accent.
> She taught my Mom and I learned from her, havent made any in a while
though,
> perhaps I should. The only place I ever found them out west was in Prescot
> AZ. The owner of the resuraunt said he made them because thay were a
> favorite of his mom's. He served them with gravy, I prefer them with salt
> pepper and butter, my dad liked them with catsup. Thanks for bringing back
> some great memorys.
> Jim in Palmdale
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