Thursday, August 30, 2012

Slice o'Heaven...

Admit it. You want a slice of pie now...

That, dearies, is chocolate pie. And not just any old chocolate pie, but MEMA'S CHOCOLATE PIE. Oh em gee, this is the stuff that legends are made of, this pie.

I grew up eating three kinds of pie. Chocolate pie, coconut cream pie, and pecan pie. All Mema's recipes or mi madre's spin on them. All heavenly and all hard to keep my finger or fork out of when pulled out of the oven.

I am a bad bad mama, because I tend to think of food as fuel, and I tend to buy whole foods. Except for Nutella, I know, I know. When we trekked to Mema's house a couple of Thanksgivings ago, Mema made chocolate pie. Timesboy went NUTS. Absolutely bonkers. He wanted to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dessert.

I then had to admit to both Mema and my mother that I had never made a chocolate pie for my monkeys. Never even tried. I made pumpkin pie and a (always failing to properly set) pecan pie at Thanksgiving. That's it.

Needless to say, I left with the promise that I would make the kiddo a chocolate pie with Mema's recipe, at least occasionally. I tried once, last year, but it was a horrible soupy mess of a failure.

Last weekend, I discovered what went wrong with my pie. Cornstarch, or a lack of cornstarch... Mema patiently walked me through the recipe once again. And Timesboy had three pieces of pie. And a promise that I will try again :-)

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