A pasty, not to be confused with the infamous pastie, is pastry dough filled with diced meat, potatoes, onions and turnips. The yummy package was then baked and, according to tradition, carried down into the copper mines and eaten for lunch by the hard-working crew.
F-r-a-n-k-e-n-m-u-t-h ! That’s what we used to shout out on the drive north on I-75 as we neared our destination and saw those giant billboards telling us we were getting closer. Frankenmuth and all it has to offer is a Michigan tradition. Some may find the Bavarian village, re-created in the middle of the thumb area of Michigan, a little hokey. I find it charming. From the glockenspiel in the middle of town to the stollen bread on the tables before dinner, I love all the quirks and small town charm of this Michigan landmark.