We take our pronunciation from our parents and grandparents, and it is our pies, made by each generation, that unite us through time.
For the past 30 years, I’ve been the undisputed king of pecan pie at my family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Well, that’s except for the year that a newcomer to our family successfully dethroned me by telling a story about how – at 8.5 months pregnant – she climbed a pecan tree. at her grandmother’s Missouri farm and picked the damn nuts herself, risking her life, as she explained, for us. Oh, and his beloved grandmother had just passed away. Cry Me A River!
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