My mother and other women in our family learned how to make pasties but no one equaled those made by my grandfather.
My sister and my wife make them today and they remain one of my favorite meals. I’ve offered them to friends who share my love of meat and potatoes.
My grandfather was the first man I knew whose cooking skills today would qualify him as a chef. Granddad said he learned to cook at his family’s place of business.
His snooty sister-in-law described that place to us as a restaurant. When she left the room, Granddad looked over at me, winked and whispered that it was a saloon.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The morehead (Ky.) News. Contact him at email@example.com.