butter and sugar

Ignorance is bliss.

This holds true for many of the recipes my grandma passed down to me.

For years, decades really, I ate and ate the desserts she made.

No one can make a blackberry cobbler like she did.

Most holidays she made Millionaire Pie. I think she found the recipe in the newspaper a really long time ago, it was a classic at Furrs Cafeteria.

I always helped her make the rolls for holiday meals. I also watched her make different cobblers and cookies. One thing I never watched her make was Millionaire Pie. The first couple holidays after she passed away no one made her pie. I think we all just forgot to make it because she always did. I missed it and decided to make about 2 years ago. Ignorance is bliss.

The pie called for a lot of butter, powdered sugar, whipping cream, pecans, pineapple, vanilla and raw eggs.

Basically, it should be called Butter Sugar Pie because that is primarily what it is. I was shocked the first time I made it. Not so shocked that I have stopped making for holiday meals.This year I laughed making it thinking about how different baking and hospitality was for my grandma. I am sure she made it for friends and family without anyone thinking twice about raw eggs being used and all those calories. She baked what tasted good and what my grandpa requested.  She weighed maybe 80lbs when she was soaking wet and was fireball. I miss her.

For the record, I used eggs my chickens laid that morning…and all that butter and sugar tasted pretty good with my coffee. Not that I ate a piece for breakfast after I got home from Crossfit. That would not make any sense.