You guys have heard me mention our friends Brat and Kit? Well Kit is out of town so I worked a deal with her husband that I would make him some pecan pies in exchange for some deer meat. I know what you’re thinking – has he ever HAD your cooking? I know, I don’t get it either, but for some reason he swears that my pecan pie is good and Kit swears she can’t make it.
Brat often says he can tell when Kit has been hanging out with me because she gets a certain “attitude”. I’m guessing that’s a compliment. Anyway, it occurred to me as I was making the pie, the super easy pie that anyone can make, that maybe Kit has learned something from me after all.
Zolli Rule Number One: If you don’t know how to do something, don’t learn.
So this recipe is for everyone BUT Kit.
Start with one cup of Karo syrup. I used light but you can use either light or dark.
Add in 3 eggs. These came from my mama’s fresh stash. Not HER eggs, that would be gross. These came from her chickens.
Add in 1 cup of sugar.
And 2 tablespoons of butter, softened.
Add 1 tsp. of vanilla, then mix all of the ingredients thoroughly.
Next, add in 1 – 1.5 cups of pecans. I didn’t chop mine, just threw in the half pieces, and then pour into pie crust. I used the frozen variety.
Spread it around to make it pretty then put in the oven – 350 for 60 – 70 minutes. Two tips: If you’re using frozen crusts like mine, put the cookie sheet in the oven to preheat before putting the pies in. Secondly, the crust tends to get brown first, so we made pie shields out of aluminum foil to prevent that.
The pie LOOKED nice. I didn’t get to taste it but Brat assured me that they were good.
Since I got this text about an hour after he left my house, (did I mention he was home ALONE), I’m going to give this a Moron Test Grade A.
Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving!
The pies look good so stop saying you can’t cook. I recognized the eggs especially the one from Elsia.
Much to Brat’s dismay, our dogsitter ate the other half of the pie while he was gone Wednesday night to Friday morning!! He couldn’t wait to get home to eat a slice but, alas, no pie.