I watched my mother-in-law and wrote her recipe for “sweet rolls” and modifications thereof, such as cinnamon rolls and “sticky buns.” There is a huge temptation to take commercially prepared Sister Schubert rolls in the aluminum pan, flip out her delicious treats in one fat-filled circle, doctor them up and call it a day, because it takes patience to watch yeast in action, more than we instantaneous types prefer.
All that is prelude to a kitchen confession: my pies have not turned out as they should have this year. I blamed it on altitude and latitude, just like I blame my forgetfulness on “time change.” Wrong! Did you know that you can add too much sugar to a recipe? How wrong is that! Mother’s secret ingredients: “a pinch of sugar” and “Mexican vanilla.” Her mantra: “If a pinch is good, a couple of pinches more would be even better!” Instinct and inherited nature compel me to follow her lead in my cooking since I first discovered what went on in “that cute little room.”
So, yesterday, over lunch, we were discussing shelling pecans when I zeroed in on conversation about whipping up a pecan pie. I garnered 2 prize-winning tips. These two tips seared into my brain and I could not wait to experiment. I sacrificed the pie shells I had set aside for chicken pot pie to 2 pecan pies, or as I call them “Karo-nut pies.” One pie went to the Soup and Sandwich Night at church; the other we kept for ourselves.
Best pecan pies I have ever made. Period.
I am not a sexy, barefoot, kitchen maven, but I do have
my secrets!
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