If you are reading this, you probably know that I don’t like nuts. So, maybe you are surprised I bothered to make this at all. I am. But, I decided to leave my slacker ways behind for the moment and, besides, at this point what is one more little pie on top of the cookies, brownies and cheesecakes I am churning out?
My lovely spouse informed me last week when I was debating the pecan pie that he actually likes pecan pie. I guess I should have guessed that since he is one of the 2.3 people out there who look forward to Christmas fruitcake – that stuff is always chock full of pecans. So, I forged ahead with a little 6 in. pie made in my springform. Then I stared at him while he ate it. He started laughing and said he knew what I was waiting for – a reaction for the blog. Yup. His words that he insist I translate precisely, “a little dessicated but still a symphony o’ flavor.” (he was very specific on the “o”). If you can’t hear the sarcastic tone, then you don’t know him well.
In reality, he said it was fine. Fine is his response to pretty much everything I make. So, there you go. Fine could be fine or fine could be good. Probably doesn’t mean great but, frankly, I never know. I know fine doesn’t mean ick cuz we have been down that road before. There is the legendary carrot pancake of ’96 that was not fine.
For the full recipe, check out someone’s in the kitchen with brina.
Next week: lush chocolate cheesecake. Let’s hope so!