
It. Was. Amazing.
But all the sugar cream pies I've had since have been disappointing - pale, bland, heavy, and tasteless.
Until today.
I got a copy of the recipe of that long ago first sugar cream pie, and it has quite a lineage. My sister had the recipe, given to her by her mother-in-law, and given to her by her mother.
Oh my. It's just as I remembered it - rich and sweet and flavored with vanilla, butter, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Talk about a sugar rush!
It's not a custard pie - no eggs. It's closer to pecan pie in texture, but not really the same. It's just...itself. I believe it will have to make an appearance this Thanksgiving...
Anyway, I used to think having an official state pie (or rock, or insect, for that matter) was frivolous at best, but frivolous or not, that's a mighty fine pie! Thanks, oh sister of mine, and thanks, Grandmother Scheidler!
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