Something Special
Don't ask why, but I baked a pecan pie this morning.
To do so, I used up the last of the Steen's Cane Syrup I bought when I went down South in March. You do want to click through to that site, if only to read this recipe and drool for a while.
And there's something absolutely wonderful about the smell that greets you when you open a can of cane syrup. It reminds me of childhood, warm biscuits, and sweet sweet syrup. If that's not a treat, I don't know what is.
Now let's just hope the pie turns out well. If it doesn't, I have a backup pie. Again, don't ask.
All that's left is to make a nice maque choux, and it'll be a good, good day.
Don't ask why, but I baked a pecan pie this morning.
To do so, I used up the last of the Steen's Cane Syrup I bought when I went down South in March. You do want to click through to that site, if only to read this recipe and drool for a while.
And there's something absolutely wonderful about the smell that greets you when you open a can of cane syrup. It reminds me of childhood, warm biscuits, and sweet sweet syrup. If that's not a treat, I don't know what is.
Now let's just hope the pie turns out well. If it doesn't, I have a backup pie. Again, don't ask.
All that's left is to make a nice maque choux, and it'll be a good, good day.
Labels: Ass-Kicking, Food