I have never met Nancy, and up until last Tuesday(ish) I didn’t even know Nancy existed. But I can tell you that I love her already. She made me a Pecan Pie. It was the best Pecan Pie I have ever eaten.
Having baked professionally from the age of 13 I can count on one hand the number of times since then that someone has made me a cake, or a pie or any kind of pastry come to think of it. So I was very excited for & very humbled by this pie.
Charlie, Nancy’s husband, told me that it was made from scratch last night & that he watched Nancy roll out the crust (basically butter, flour & love) and toast the pecans before they were baked into the pie. The filling was made with molasses and honey. Oh and there was a layer of dark chocolate at the bottom. Oh darn.
Nancy, you are my hero.
And I tell you, you could taste the love in that crust.