For Thanksgiving, Mama made fresh pies, with love! Oh so good!! She made 2 pecan, 1 coconut cream, 2 sweet potato, and 1 chocolate. Did you hear that, Katie?? ONLY ONE chocolate!! My worst Thanksgiving fear came true!! Oh, horrible day! It was a fight to the death, between Bro. and me!! (No, neither one of us died, but the pie sadly didn’t survive!)
Since there isn’t any evidence to show you on that one, I decided to blog about the pecan pie. And, it is pah-cahn, not pee-can, for those not from the South. (I’m so sorry for you, that you weren’t born here.)
Here is the way I brought it home, packaged so prettily by Mama.
Then, revealed in all its gooey glory!
Nuttin else like a pecan pie, made with love by Mama!! Except 2!!
(Word of warning: Do NOT ever research “licking lips”, unless you are prepared for some visual trauma! Why do people have to be so nasty???? )
I only took 1 slice,
The only reason for these shots is proof that I didn’t inhale it! (I’ve been accused of that on multiple occasions!) See? I do take bites! Going, going, gone! Yummy! IT was delish!!