am no Pioneer Woman but this might be fun!
Hubby helped by cutting all the meat. What a wonderful guy his is. And such nice hands.
Oh, uhhh how that pic get in here?
I will admit that I did begin to say a little prayer at church that morning asking for pastys that were edible. Then I thought better of it as God probably had more important things to deal with than my pasty fears. Yes I was intimidated by pastys. After that whole thing with the mushy flour mess I pictured rock hard pasty shells. I feared I would have to serve them with a hammer and a chisel.
The beginning of my first pasty. The rolling went easy. So far so good:
Putting it together:
If you are one of those people who get squirmy about raw meat...
look away now!
Here...I will give you time to flee...
My first pasty!!!
It was quite large, but no holes in the dough!
I put them in individual tins so they would all fit in the oven.
Doesn't that look nice?
Hubby cuts into his.
I think I see anticipation in his eyes.
Then he helps Elijah with his.
I have made pastys and I didn't screw it up. Am pretty proud. Yay! (Pats self on back)
So if you are ever invited to someone's house for this wonderful thing called a pasty you are in for a treat. And remember, cut it in half, slap some butter on it, pick it up with your hand, take a bite and enjoy. You might even impress the host by requesting a beer to drink with your pasty. Just whatever you do, do not compare it to a pot pie.
It is NOT a pot pie!
Thank you to Nana and Chris for all of your helpful advice during this process.
And yes Chris the first pasty was huge and probably weighed 10 lbs!