The first time I tasted this was riding in a car going over Snoqualamie Pass before Thanksgiving. My (new) husband and I were going to Eastern Washington for the holiday and we were delivering my mother in law to her sisters house at a town half way to our final destination. My MIL whipped out a Tupperware container, napkins and a thermos of coffee out of a basket in the back seat and in the container was this luscious pastry. I took a bite thought I had died and gone to heaven. She told me it was a pastry her mother always made because they had plenty of eggs, butter, and plum jam (homegrown fruit). OMG!

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