My first pies
Submitted by:
Berniece
From:
United States of America
Publication date: October 23, 2006
Most of my fondest memories are times spent in the kitchen with my mother. As she cooked and baked a huge Sunday dinner or a grand holiday feast I'd wash dishes as she finished with them. Then one evening mama asked me if I wanted to make pecan pies for Christmas. I'd watched her year in and year out and I was ready. When it was time to serve my pies no one beamed brighter than I did. They were beautiful. When the fist pie was cut it was obvious the pies looked much better than they tasted. I'd made them from memory and forgotten to use any the sugar along with the corn syrup. My grandmother, mama's mother who never liked anything too sweet raved about how good they were. She liked it so much we gladly let her take the left over pies home with her. The next chance I got to make another pecan pie, it was perfect and now I make those very pecan pies for my husband. He says they are his favorite.
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