My husband Bill makes the pecan pie. Period. I don’t go there. Why should I when I have someone who specializes in pecan pies? He won’t give me the recipe for the blog, well, uh, because there really isn’t one. You should see him — he gets a big mixing bowl and in goes butter, plenty of eggs, light Karo syrup, a little molasses, maybe some dark Karo syrup, splash of vanilla extract, and maybe almond extract. As he says: “It depends on the guest list, any combination of the above depending on my mood, what’s in the pantry and the liquor cabinet, and what the guests might like.
This year’s pie is a “Pecan-Bourbon Pie with a Touch of White Chocolate.” (Yes, that’s the title of the pie.) We’ve had peanut and chocolate pecan pies, pecan-chocolate, walnut-pecan, straight pecan, rum-pecan, you name it.
It’s always good. You either love pecan pie or you say it’s too rich and you don’t eat it. Trust me, everyone samples Bill’s pies. Sorry folks. No recipe available. The best I can do to advise you is to read the recipe on the Karo Syrup bottle, then improvise.