As kids, one of our favorite Sunday desserts was pecan pie. It seemed like Mama made one almost every Sunday, too. That was the day when we always had even more dinner guests than usual.
You see, people tended to gravitate towards our house at meal time (Mama has always made amazing meals) and my parents had a policy of never turning anyone away at suppertime. Over the years, we ended up “adopting” various bachelor uncles here and there who would show up every Sunday, many of them every weeknight as well. My brother had two friends, brothers, who were invited for dinner one night and literally ate every single night after that (unless they had dates) for the next three years. Mama said she never minded, she always hoped that someone would do the same for one of her kids.
Pecan pie was one of our all time favorites but it was often a hit or miss recipe. Sometimes it turned out perfect but most of the time we had pecan “soup”, which we still loved. Mama laughed along with us as we called it that and she would joke about it as she dished it out into bowls instead of saucers. A friend gave her this recipe when I was a young teen, though, and she announced that Sunday that we were not going to have pecan soup anymore, but pecan pie. Ever since then, its been perfect every single time. Although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss those good old days of Mama dishing pie out into a bowl…
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