Pass the Pasties

In response to the Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge of January 4th, to write about Copper Country

Mom always made us pasties. We grew up eating the pocket meals filled with beef, potatoes, rutabagas, and onions. Her father’s people were from Cornwall, England and that is what they ate.

Years later, I married a man whose grandmother was from Cornwall, England. He and his family ate pasties too.

One year, he took me on vacation to Copper Harbor, Michigan. Beautiful country. We saw black bears on Brockway Mountain. Enjoyed a Woody Herman concert in the haunted, Calumet theatre and we ate pasties. Because that’s what the “Cousin Jacks” and “Cousin Jennies” would eat in Copper Country.


24 responses to “Pass the Pasties

  1. Traditions are such fun things to observe. Great tale.

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  2. Love the new look of your website.

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  3. Yum! Now I’m hungry. Do you do mail order? 🙂 ❤

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  4. Great response, Annette.

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  5. Lovely flash Annette. Those cornish with their pasties got everywhere. They are even here possibly because the Cornish were persuaded to come and dig our copper in our copper country. Lovely memories.

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  6. Ooooh, I love a pasty, Annette! 🙂

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  7. Copper Harbor is magical! And I’ve recently sat in the haunted Calumet Theater for a dance show. But the pasties are like icing on the cake in Copper Country. I know every shop in town now. 🙂 Great flash based on your family traditions!

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  8. Pass the pasties indeed. This was delicious.

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  9. Lovely. Being a vegetarian (unfortunately, though I’m working on it), I am not lusting after those pasties, but I definitely want to look at those black bears!


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  11. Michael B. Fishman

    You made me want to go and eat a pastie even though I don’t know what they are! (I love Woody Herman)

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