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.
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5 comments:
As you can see, I can't even post a picture of pecan pie -- it makes me nauseous.
Lisa,
You mastered that chess pie, Paine would be proud of you!!
Auntie T
Awwwww, that's so sweet of you to say Auntie! And you would know -- you grew up eating them!
Thanks you!
Love,
Lisa
I had never heard of Pauline's Pecan Pie disaster before. The picture of that chess pie prompted me to request that you make a few for Xmas.
Dad
You mean, you didn't know that I got sick? It was such a long time ago, and I never really have to face Pecan Pies too often.
OK! I'll make some Chess Pies for the holidays!
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