The day before I left Montgomery we had dinner at the Stockman's house. The Stockmans are a nice old southern couple. Whenever we went on a team-up with Brother Stockman he would clear his sinuses are spit out the window of his car all the while speaking in a sweet southern drawl out the side of his mouth. Sister Stockman is the nicest lady who was about 5 feet tall with snow white hair. They are some great members.
Anywho, we had dinner at there house and we had the most wonderful Pecan Pie I've ever tasted and Sister Stockman was kind enough to give me the recipe. Sunday night we had a pre-Thanksgiving potluck over at Sara's place and I decided that I was going to make this pie. After slaving away this was my final product:
Baked Goodness
It's too bad it didn't taste as good as it looked. You see, I decided to make two pies and after I had the ingredients combined I realized I didn't have enough Corn Syrup. I called Brent and Amber and they were kind enough to let me borrow some. The problemn arose when I had to leave the the mixture to get more syrup. The melted butter solidified and it just didn't mix well.
I baked the pies and then tasted one of them and they just were not good. They tasted like eggs and were not sweet. So although they looked beautiful they didn't taste that way. It was tragic.
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