I have been feeling a little homesick lately. I grew up in NYC. My friends and family are still there and I am out in the boonies in Indiana pretty much alone. I have my children and husband but that's about it. I feel really out of place here. It's been almost 14 years and I still feel like an outsider. I'm just too stubborn to change everything about myself to conform to the small town way of life. Even knowing it's my fault I am unwilling to lose everything about myself to fit in, it still gets to me sometimes.
Anyway, I've been stuck in my thoughts of home lately and being pregnant, I focused on old cravings. Jamaican Beef Patties.... I used to have one a few times a week. There was a corner restaurant on Tremont Avenue in the Bronx which sold many yummy things but Jamaican beef patties were my favorite. Of course, there is no where around here to get one. I haven't had one in over 15 years. I awoke at 4am the other morning with a huge craving for one. So I looked up a recipe, ran out to the grocery store and made some.