Pecan pie bars turned up in my holiday recipe rotation out of necessity. It was necessary to avoid any further embarrassments served out of my kitchen.
Let me explain. I had a neighbor in Mississippi that thought I was a great cook. This alone should have been enough to keep me happy, but the truth of the matter was his mother also thought I was a great cook. That made me do some internal cartwheels, you really wouldn’t want to see this old body do a real cartwheel.
When I was asked to make some pies for their Thanksgiving dinner I was honored. After all, a true southern family wanted my cooking. In addition to the pecan pie, I think I made them a chocolate pie.
I was so proud to send the pies next door for him to take to his family function. Imagine my horror when the reports came back that it wasn’t set up when they cut into it. I am probably sitting here with that some shocked face I had when I heard it. I was so devastated that I have had a mental kitchen block about pecan pies since then that I have yet to attempt one again.