
My brother used to say the only decent pie in the world contained hair. He's a nasty bastard. I don't know much about hair pie but I do know this. Show up on someones door with something reeking of some fruit stuff or sweetened vegetable usually garners you entrance.
For this year's Thanksgiving, I conjured up a homemade recipe of a pecan pie and a pumpkin pie. I know, people. Quel Pedestrian Still, as middle of the road as it may seem, it garners a chair at the table. And baby's gotta eat.
Here's my secret ingredient in the pecan pie.

I do hope the doorstep of a home in Woodside, Queens, New York will be accommodating.
No comments:
Post a Comment