I had lunch with a group of really nice people at work today and one of the desserts offered, after we ate our bagged lunches, was miniature pecan pies.
Since I was a child, I’ve had an aversion to pecan pie or anything similar to it. It all started when I got sick as a dog after eating some of my grandmother’s pecan pie. Don’t get me wrong, my grandmother, who lived in North Carolina, was a great cook and pies were probably her specialty. But on this occasion after eating her pie, my stomach churned for the better part of a day, and although I didn’t throw up, I’m sure I had diarrhea. Thinking back, I believe at one point I loved her pecan pies, which may have been the problem. I think I liked them a little too much and ate too much of it. That just proves the old saying – too much of a good thing can be bad for you. I learned the hard way.
On the other hand, I have very fond memories of my grandmother’s Chess pie and started making my own years ago. Granted, I only make them on special occasions or to sell them.