Friday, May 14, 2010

Into the fast lane . . .

It seemed that dipping a peanut butter snack bar into a jar of peanut butter and biting off the end with the blob would be a good idea. Strangely, it ruined the taste of the snack bar. It was crunchy peanut butter so maybe that was the problem.

We have pecans. Lovely ones to make pies with, eat from the shell and sprinkle on sugar-free ice cream. I need the recipe for the pie, though. It is still at S-the-guru's house enclosed inside the backed up data from the defunct hard drive. Shouldda printed a hard copy, yes. Did not expect that crash nor that I would need the recipe so soon.

01 Doc was my recipe source for the original recipe. Perhaps she might leave copy in the comments, or in an email, or on her newly speedy web site? Congrats on the, (did I say newly speedy?) zip line to the web.

As of today, dial-up is soooo eighties . . .

6 comments:

ol Doc said...

PECAN PIE
(Adapted from the Settlement Cookbook Recipe.)

8" pie shell, unmaked (or a graham cracker crust if preferred.)
1 Cup Pecan halves.
3/4 Cup egg beaters
12 packs equal or preferred sweetener
1 cup sugar free pancake syrup
1/4 tsp salt (I omit this)
1 tsp vanilla.
1/4 Cup melted margerine

Spread nuts over the bottom of pie shell. To Egg Beaters, add sweetener, syrup, vanilla and melted margerine. Mix together well. Pour the filling over the pecans. Bake 10 minuites in a 450 degree oven; reduce heat to 350 degrees and bake for about 35 minutes longer.

Eat ;)

ol Doc said...

Un baked. Not Un Maked. Well, I guess if it's unbaked, it's also unmaked, in'it?

RANGER said...

01 Doc, you are my heroine. Thank you for the main ingredient and the cooking lesson. Tomorrow, I do this. Just need the crust(s) to make some.

Big Ed said...

Can't wait to participate in the pie eating part of the recipe. I thank you too 01 Doc

Zeta said...

Any leftovers?

RANGER said...

Not even any firsts, yet. We are too pooped to pop open the pecan shells and BigEd is working.

Like Little Orphan Annie, I'm thinking tomorrow, tomorrow . . .