When I went to Brazil, I was looking for a favorite dish my Grandmother called pasteis. It had ground beef, hard boiled egg, a cooked shrimp & an olive. In Brazil, I learned pasteis means pastry... duh! Many kinds, many fillings. My
Grandmother came to Brazil when she was 7, from Austria, and later came to Brooklyn, NY in 1927. Her baking was international, buttery, and wonderful. Imagine my sorrow, when I visited her from college. She had discovered cake mix...!
I will bake for the train, butter, no cake mix!