
The Story Behind the Recipe
The family I grew up in doesn’t have a lot of showy traditions. The family I married into has a TON of traditions, some of which are super unique. For example, going to Burger King on Martin Luther King Jr. Day is one of their favorites. It’s a little silly, but the kids love the one time a year we hit up that fast food joint. My family’s tradition usually cater around food, especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas. Not to boast, but I think I’ve done a great job at fusing two family’s traditions and even adding a few of our own!
Since before I can remember, my mom has always hosted Thanksgiving dinner. She would start cooking really early in the morning, and we would usually eat around 2pm. Get stuffed. Then around 7pm we’d pull out all of the leftovers and go for round two.
For someone who doesn’t love pie that much, I distinctly remember the pie table. Doesn’t everyone have a pie table at Thanksgiving? I remember there being a bunch of different pies; chocolate silk pie, pumpkin pie, and my favorite – pecan pie. I’m sure there were other pies there as well, but I could never cheat on my grandmother’s pecan pie. When I say it’s the best pecan pie, I mean it.
It’s the best pecan pie because everyone always fought over it. It’s the only pie that I remember there every being multiples of. Seriously, it’s that good. The flakey crust with the sweet filling and crunchy pecans – yes please!
When one of my nieces was born, the best pecan pie had to go to rest for a while because we found out she was severely allergic to nuts. That’s okay because instead, my grandmother would make a brown sugar pie. It’s pretty much a pecan pie without the pecans. Super sweet, but a pretty good replacement, especially if you ask my niece.






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