My mother made wonderful pies. And although she limited herself to making just a few recipes, they were truly excellent. There were seven people in our family, so when mom made a pie each mouthful was truly savored because one piece was all you were going to get!
With this background I remember the day, so many years ago, that mom decided to make one of her old fashioned pecan pies. The house was filled with those yummy aromas as it baked, and we were all eagerly looking forward to dinner time. After taking her perfect pecan pie out of the oven and setting it on the kitchen table, mom left her creation to cool. About 30 minutes passed. Then it happened.
Somebody let the dog in. His name was Howard, and he apparently also loved mom's pies. Fast as lightning he ran to the table, climbed up on a chair and began wildly chomping into that pie. My mother and I ran in, screamed, yelled, waved our arms frantically at him to stop, but to absolutely no avail. I still remember how he kept right on gorging himself while glancing nervously sideways out of scared, but very determined, doggie eyes. Wow, what a gamble he took. Like I said, mom made wonderful pies!
Anybody else have a great food memory like this to share?