The famous UP pasty. Should be strong enough to be thrown down a mine shaft.
Posted on 09/20/2008 7:16:54 AM PDT by Awgie
Top 10 Reasons to Live in Northern Michigan
* Your clothing budget is dramatically reduced! For 6 months of the year, you only need matching his and hers' snowmobile suits.
* Property values are certain to rise. According to Al Gore Northern Michigan will soon have temperatures similar to Southern Georgia.
* If you live in a really small town (that's Northern Michigan!) and you don't like your city Mayor...don't worry. There's a good chance they will soon be appointed to the Supreme Court or the United Nations or possibly...VP of the United States!
* You get to enjoy the annual purging of the gene pool as beer swilling drunken rifle toting auto workers perform the "Dick Cheney" on one another.
* You get the biggest and best Christmas presents...Being so close to the North Pole Santa saves a lot on fuel costs.
* Current scientific research shows that Northern Michigan females suffering from long winter "Cabin Fever" are much more likely to find their men sexually irresistible...in spite of the Grizzly Adams facial hair, mukluk’s and long johns evening wear, and buckshot scars on his butt. (Damn that Dick Cheney!)
* Places like Flint and Detroit are 200 miles to the south...and most of the people there can't afford the gas to get out!
* Sasquatch sightings are very common. Unfortunately it is often a case of mistaken identity and turns out to be Michael Moore.
Three words: Pasty, pasty, pasty.
If you’re a Yooper, you get the pleasure of beating the tar out of any down-staters who wander across the bridge.
the biggest question is Northern MI typically root for Michigan or Lil Brother?
Fresh cherries!
The famous UP pasty. Should be strong enough to be thrown down a mine shaft.
The Blue Angels come every two years, and drives the dems crazy.
PERFECT!!
Just make sure they pronounce it correctly! While in the U.P. this summer, I heard someone order a paste-ey. Common mistake, I know, but pretty funny.
And I make the best pasties in the world (or at least in my family)... ;0)
Are you scratching your head yet to figure out how an Alabama LakeLady makes that outlandish claim...?
I was born in Hancock, but forcibly removed from my home state at the age of 6 months. Our family pasty tradition has carried on from Granny down 3 generations and pasties are now famous in Slapout, AL and Atlanta, GA.
My father-in-law grew up in Hancock! Frankly, I think the recipe I got from him is the best. :) Who knows? Maybe it was a special Hancock secret recipe that we both share!
Oh my goodness. My late husband's mother was a Finn from the UP. When we first got married, he wanted me to learn to make pasties. I'd never heard of them and certainly wasn't going to make them.
My whole marriage all I heard was, 'If I could just make some pasties and sell them here in Philly, we'd be millionaires!'
Not bad, but I’d eliminate the last reason mentioned, give top priority to the sixth reason mentioned, and give second priority to this: Because it’s gorgeous, and, if Al’s predictions come true, you’ll have an easy choice between staying there and enjoying the coconut trees and royal palms or moving on up to Point Barrow for more of the same.
I’d be interested to compare recipes with you...I’ve had pasties from other places in MI, in England, etc., but none compare with the Hancock pasties. Grandma always said the copper mining country had the best recipe. Maybe you and I feel that way because that is what we were raised with and we were definitely subjected to brain-washing!
Do you know that in England they make them with ground beef?!?!?!?!
Well I'll be gobsmacked!
And here I aways liked the English.
Then they go ‘round the bend and put gravy inside...
I actually still love our “Britishter” friends who visit us every year. I just don’t eat their pasties.
I made mine for them and now they prefer the UP version.
If Obama manages to steal the White House, you haver an easy route for escaping to Canada before the Wall goes up.
Spent a few days in the L’Anse/Baraga area one summer and was astounded that many people never bothered to lock their doors.
My father grew up in Calumet. My mother got her pasty recipe from my grandmother, and it was my all-time favorite childhood meal.
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