Don’t the best recipes have stories? Today’s offering was given to me by my dear friend Carolyn. I met Carolyn during the summer of 1985. She was a Seafarer Sailing Stud who took me under her wing. I was a Seafarer Neophyte who jumped ship, or should I say jumped Scott, and came back to Seafarer as an Assistant Head Counselor in 1987 with Carolyn as Head Counselor of the Camp IV Gophers. In 1989, Carolyn, Ann (who is now my sis-in-law), sweet Harriet, and I were Head Counselors together in 1989. Before we began our stint as the best HC’s ever, Carolyn, Ann, and I (Harriet was not involved in our poor judgment) were rightly chastised by Captain Judy.
Carolyn also introduced me to Macon and her Fudge Pie. I lived in Macon and Paul’s guest apartment for three weeks before returning to Seafarer as a Head Counselor one last time in the summer of 1991 along with my Cute Motorboating Guy who I married at the end of that summer. But, I digress. During these three weeks, I watched Macon mother her boys, love her husband, and was rightly chastised by Macon and her husband for a bit too much PDA on the back porch one night when CMG dropped me off.
But this recipe goes back even further. It reminds me of my Grandmother. Elma Stevens was only 4’11” before osteoporosis compressed her vertebra, decreased her height, and gave her that characteristic hump. Though small in stature, she was a powerhouse of a woman. With a master’s degree, she faithfully served alongside her husband in church after church. I’m sure I was rightly chastised by my Grandmother, although the memory escapes me at the moment.
Rather, what I remember is pot roast, shortbread, biscuits, and a Fudge Pie that was so rich, I could barely eat more than a couple of bites. When I tasted Macon’s Fudge Pie, it took me back.
Macon’s Fudge Pie
1 refrigerated
1 stick melted butter
2 eggs
1 cup sugar
3 T. cocoa
1 t. vanilla
1/4-1/3 cup flour
Mix butter and all other ingredients together. Dump in pie crust. Bake at 350 degrees for ~ 25 minutes, but it may take longer. Watch the crust and bake it until the middle doesn’t jiggle.
So, thanks Carolyn! And, if you, or any of your girlfriends, are battling breast cancer right now, you’ll be sure and want to head over to Carolyn’s blog. She’s sharing her journey with beauty and authenticity.
Also, any recipes with a story, not necessarily involving chastisement, around your household? I’d love to hear them!