Nicholas and I were running a bunch of errands today and happened to find ourselves near downtown Wharton, home of Rocky’s Pasties. You can pull your mind out of the gutter … it’s pronounced PAST-EES, not PASTE-EES. ;) The little tiny shop has been there since 1924 (!) and is still run by Rocky himself, who slowly shuffles off to fill your order after you place it.
Nestled in a line of row-houses, it’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it type of place. They have a few odds-and-ends grocery items, but are mainly known for their pasties. Traditionally Cornish in origin, they have a wonderful, somewhat flaky, non-sweet crust and are filled with potatoes, onions and your choice of either ground beef or sausage. I love the sausage one, The Husband prefers the ground beef. Unfortunately, there’s no picture of the actual product for you, because they were so deliciously warm from the oven, we gobbled them up before I had a chance to remember the camera.
Wikipedia has a great little bit of history on the pasty. The story goes that these were the traditional lunches for miners way back when, who couldn’t come out of the mine during the day to eat. Since they’re pocket-sized and filling, they were perfect for their needs. Additionally, the pasties crust is rather thick and rumor has it that when warm, it retained its warmth for 8-10 hours, so the miners would keep the pasties in their pocket to keep themselves warm while they worked. The history and origin behind the pasty is actually quite interesting.Nicholas and The Husband went to a baseball game tonight, Nicholas’ first. To say he had a blast would be an understatement. When he came home, he had a huge ear-to-ear grin. They were giving out baseball caps to the first 1000 guests, and they both snagged one. In the middle of the game, the opposing team had a baseball to give away, and Nicholas was the lucky recipient of it, and then at the end of the game, the Sky Hawks’ coach gave him the game ball, signed by a few of the players. Not a bad way to start his love of baseball, that’s for sure! And with $10 box seats, you can bet they already bought their tickets for the next game.
All for tonight. Until tomorrow…