White

pictures from white Michigan

Currently we have a white Pennsylvania

(but it's dark outside right now so I can't take pictures)

it was pretty cold my last week or two in Michigan...

Michigan Meat Pies (Pasties)

Naomi and I have fun times creating things together in the kitchen. Before I flew back to the States at the end of October, I was already planning to have a pasty-making day. When I shared the idea with Naomi, she was more than happy to celebrate this part of our Michigan heritage with me (even though we're southerners). Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to make pasties together those few days before I moved to Pennsylvania in November.

We postponed our pasty date until Christmas break. Finally, two days before I had to leave our mitten state, we made pasties.

oh yes we did (we wanted enough for the freezer-- they reheat beautifully)

No one in Michigan calls pasties meat pies, but... to me they're our Michigan variation of a food trail that's well-known and loved all over the world. Meat, veggies, spices-- wrapped in delicious dough (baked. fried -EEK!- roasted, or boiled). In Zambia we called them meat pies. In Michigan we call them pasties [pass-teas]. I call these food pockets YUM-- though I don't recommend the steak and kidney version (a Livingstone special), and I love the homemade versions way more than the King Pie versions...

Michigan pasties are a remnant of yooper [you-per] (um, that's a U.P. term... and UP is short for Upper Peninsula) miners. As history goes, the hearty pies were especially satisfying for hard-working miners on lunch break underground.

Traditional pasty recipes often have rutabaga. Although some folks enjoy their pasties with gravy, authentic pasties are served just as they are-- heated on a shovel in a mine if you please. As far as flavor inside the pie, the potato/carrot/rutabaga/meat filling is generously seasoned with black pepper.

I'd love to share our recipe with you, but, well... we didn't really use a recipe for the filling. We did however follow a recipe for the dough. [disclaimer: pasty dough is NOT health-food. This wonderful crust does make delicious, golden pies though!]

Naomi and I had lots of fun on our pasty day and we all enjoyed our pasty dinner, and I know the future (frozen) meals  will be well-enjoyed as well.

and... a little bit of Michigan cherry delight for dessert! yummm.

packing

just some of the items that found their way into my car...

I dislike packing and am always happy to have the task over.

Last week I packed my car with so much stuff I didn't think it would all fit!

Miraculously, everything in my piles found a space in my new wheels.

return

This week I returned to my staff accounting job in Pennsylvania.

These little beaded guys are a gift from my Nahumba neighbors...

whom I miss a lot.

The wirey, fun-colored animals remind me of

happy Zambian days.

It's good to have a touch of Zambia right here in my Pennsylvanian office.

a little bit of Africa

a car almost identical to the one I recently purchased

The day after Christmas I bought a little bit of Africa right here in Michigan. You might be wondering how a used Chevy automobile reminds me of life in Southern Africa... but if you know your car facts you won't be wondering for long :).

*images compliments of Google. It's TOO cold to be out taking nicely arranged pictures of my "new" car. 

This morning it was 9F not factoring in the windchill.

ps- what I really wanted to buy was a Toyota Prado like Amos, but... there just weren't many used Prados for sale in Michigan...

All the Cookies

It's been an incredible treasure to spend time with my family these days. 

For the first time in well over two years, we were all together in the same State on the same continent.

I am blessed,

so, so, blessed by The Father.

of cookies, camels, and uncles

note: this tray doesn't show any real camels, just a couple of mini-dromedaries (a later addition to the original nativity set)

Aunt Libby and Nessa frosting cookies

In December, Christmas cookies are always in excess supply around home. When we were little, Mom used to plan a cookie baking day at the end of school just before Christmas break. Great-grandma’s sugar cookies in nativity shapes were always somewhere in the line-up of sweets to make. What's not to love about frosting and decorating cookies? Colored frosting, cinnamon red hots, edible gold balls, sprinkles...!

The nativity cookie cutter set ranged in size from the one-bite star cookies, to three-bite wisemen, to… well, fat-bellied, high-humped camels.

After dinner, we children were each allowed to choose two cookies, excepting camels. Camels were for big people (like our uncles) when they visited for holiday meals.

As we grew up, the nativity cookie cutters shrank (they must have… how else can we explain the fact that camels are no longer enormous cookies, but rather normal sized cookies with little legs and protruding necks-??).

We continue to tease Joel that camels are for uncles only. These days, the uncles are all my brothers except for Joel. While he is a daddy, he’s not an uncle. Though we continue to insist he’s not allowed to eat camels until he’s an uncle, somehow Joel manages to sneak through the regulation and keep up with the uncles in the camel-eating department at Christmas…

Earlier this week it was a treat to frost nativity cookies with our nieces and nephew. Their artwork has been delicious, and the uncles have nearly depleted the camel supply ;).

There’s been a new cookie cutter added to the nativity mix, though—an angel. And, she’s huge! 

It’s no surprise that the other afternoon when Nessa asked her daddy for a cookie, she wanted to choose an angel. I’m not sure if the angels are for the aunts or for the uncles, but, Nessa’s daddy helped her choose a colorful four-bite “Joseph” instead…

camels and donkeys and stars, oh my!