If you happen to be in the north-west of England, eschew pasties altogether and consume, instead, Greenhalgh's meat and potato pies. I get mine from the shop next to Bury Market. I can manage two, with one of those little plastic forks, straight from the paper bag, on a cold February afternoon, sittng on the draughty bench just outside the bargain CD shop, letting the starlings have a few crumbs. When in Rome. And someone up there mentioned "ground beef" in relation to pasties. Serve a pasty with ground beef in Kernow and within hours the Cornish Army will have ransacked your house and stolen your daughters. It must be skirt, y'hear?