There was more than just a perfect turkey when we visited Dawn’s Dad last week. There was a perfect pecan pie. Per-fect! So perfect, I had to make one once we got home, because the 3/4 of the pie at Dawn’s Dad’s house was not enough for CGMan.
CGMan loves many a food. I can’t really remember him saying “No thanks” to anything. And pecan pie is his absolute favorite. Those people who do silly things for a Klondike bar, have nothing on what CGMan will do for a pecan pie.
I have made pecan pies for this man every year since we’ve been married. I use the secret recipe on the back of the Karo syrup bottle. Well, that just doesn’t compare to a secret family recipe. And hello?? I have been family for 45 years, why am I just now being allowed this recipe?
In my excitement to make a perfect pecan pie, I did not take pictures along the way to share with you. No worries, though. I have already been asked
a gazillion times when I am going to make another one. Stay tuned.
One of the things that makes a pecan pie perfect, is it’s presentation. I watched my dad place pecan halves all over the top of the pie. I just knew this was the secret to perfect pie and I set about making mine the same way.
As I was putting on the pecans, I was thinking to myself that it was kinda hard. I kept dropping the pecans and having to dig them out of the pie to reset them on top, side by side. Daddy made it look so easy! I really wanted this to be as perfect a pie as his, so I plodded along.
It wasn’t until I was about half way around, that I realized why I was having such difficulty putting on these stupid pecans. I was doing it just like Daddy did!
Dawn’s Dad is LEFT HANDED.
Once I figured that out, it was so much easier to handle those pecans with my right hand.
And yes, I made a perfect pecan pie!
Take that, peanut brittle!