When I visited England with my family and symphony in '99, I discovered Cornish Pasties (I can't remember if they're pronounce "pay-sties" or "pa-sties"... one is the pastry, one is a bra). They're kinda like a calzone meets a shepherd's pie. In '99, I basically requested pasties for every meal.
It's been 16 years since, and my tastebuds still remember their savory splendor. Whitney and I stumbled upon a pasty shop in London, and I realized that I could give the gift of pasties to her. She emerged a new person.
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