After making the 3 hour trip to MS, we were greeted by my Momma stirring around in the kitchen, some great friends talking in the living room, and the sight of a pie on the counter. Sometimes, life is too good.
She told me last week that she was inviting a couple from our home church over for dinner. We are all facebook friends and they often mentioned us getting together whenever we come back to town. Inviting them over for dinner is a very big deal because my parents’ house seems like it’s in Siberia. I grew up in a tiny town 8 miles from the closest form of civilization. I loved being away from a city, but it did limit the entertainment value in our house. We usually just had friends over for games and food who lived in our little postage stamp town .
After this night, we’ve all decided it’s a good thing to invite friends over. Especially when they bring pie.
This is called Depression Pie. Not because my calorie counter laughed at me when I tried to add this to the counter. Or because my pants won’t fit in the morning. Or because I figured up how many miles I need to run to counteract this pie.
It’s called Depression Pie because it is made without eggs. Back during the Great Depression, eggs were often sold for money. There are many families that survived on “egg money” alone. Many people learned to bake without using eggs. This recipe was handed down to Mr. Glenn from his family and he frequently graces the congregation with this chocolate glory. The meringue, affectionately called “calf slobber” in our family, wasn’t too thick and had a great flavor.
Good food, good friends, and plenty of laughs in between. It’s a great weekend already.
Miranda @ Biting Life
Sunday 19th of February 2012
That looks so good! You didn't get the recipe?
Becky Maximo
Sunday 19th of February 2012
Bolton wasn't that far away! Lol!