I have always thought the New Year should be ushered in with a special dessert—Pecan Pie. Now, I don’t know if that’s a Southern tradition or not but if it isn’t, it should be, kind of like the Southern tradition of black-eyed peas on New Years.
Arguably, pecan pie is my favorite pie even though pecans a kind of pricey. But when it comes to pecans, I have my own personal “supplier”—my Mom.
Mom keeps me in pecans. For 35 plus years she’s been one of the mainstays of the annual pecan sale at her Methodist church in Brandon, Florida. Each year they make arrangements with a certain pecan orchard in south Georgia for pecans to fill orders they take from members of their church and from the community. The net proceeds go to their outreach programs—particularly serving families with children.
There’s 2 cool things about it. One is that they make something like $15,000 on the one day sale that they put back into the community and the other is that the pecans are absolutely fresh. The sale is on a Saturday and the pecans are harvested to order on Monday of the week of the sale, then processed and trucked to the church for the Saturday delivery. When you bite into one of the pecans you taste the sweet meat of the nut with never a hint of the bitterness that you sometimes get from pecans that have been sitting around sometimes as long as a year.
So, I love to make pie with the pecans that my Mom sends me each year. Mom is going to be 83 next month and to me she’s the Duchess of Pecans at Brandon United Methodist Church. Continue reading