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MMMMM, Pie

It's been quite a while since I have devoted an entire week to one subject like mashed potatoes or tuna casserole or toilets. Maybe it's time for Pie Week. If I weren't taking a trip to New York this coming Thursday, I'd make it this week. Maybe I'll order pie in New York and tell you all about it when I get home.

Here are the pies for this evening—sweet potato, pecan, and chess. I hope they're all great, but I can't wait to try the chess pie. When I take that first bite, I'll be ten years old sitting in my grandmother's kitchen in Alabama. The July flies will be rattling in the trees in the back yard, my aunts and uncles will be sharing stories around the table, and my Memaw will say, "Hey. Have you a piece of pie."

Don't mind if I do.

Comments

Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I'll have me some o dat there pie, Robyn.

Have fun in NY!!!
2:13 PM
dive said…
Me too! I'll try a slice of each, please.
I hope you all have a brilliant time in New York.
Not that I'm at all jealous of you and Rich for both going there this year. Oh,no. Not me. Not jealous.

Sigh …
2:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Robyn, Your chess pie looks just like Memaw's. Don't you just love that crispy top! Now you've done it - I won't be satisfied till I make one for us. Bet you will be telling your guests about family reunions in Alabama - over pie.
2:35 PM
Alifan said…
Looking good Robyn, now if I could just taste it!!!!

have fun in New York.....
5:26 PM
Mrs. G. said…
Give me some now! Coconut cream is my fave.
6:28 PM
MmeBenaut said…
I knew they'd look good! Miam!
Have fun in NYC. Don't forget to take your camera with you, (she says, hopefully).
8:24 PM
Shan said…
I love the name Memaw typed. It looks funny and reminds me of cats. I think those pies look delicious for sure but what's this about NYC? I love that place! I've only been twice. My mom took me there for my 25th birthday to shop and see Broadway for the first time! Then I went again in 2001 two weeks before the big attack. My brother lived there so we were worried for him. I could just sit outside and soak in the culture there for hours. LOVE IT! Wouldn't want to tote kids around the subways though. HAVE FUN!
8:25 PM
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