I live way out in the country, and last Sunday's blizzard was of great concern to me. I had enough wild game and groceries to tough it out until I decided to bake a pecan pie. I quickly learned that necessity is the mother of invention.
My recipe called for three eggs. There were none in the fridge. Jourdan had fixed breakfast for her niece and nephew a couple of times and used all the eggs.
I put on my 10-inch hunting boots and waded through heavy snow to my neighbor's chicken coup. I opened the door and got a dumb stare from the inhabitants. Those lazy hens had only laid two eggs.
Jourdan left a mostly used carton of Egg Beaters in the fridge so I added that to my eggs. The recipe also called for a cup of Karo corn syrup. Again, the cupboard was bare.
"Why wouldn't pure maple syrup be even better?," I wondered.
I had a small jug.
The pie was delicious. Here is the recipe:
Three eggs, one cup of pure maple syrup, one cup of dark brown sugar, 1/3 cup of melted butter, one teaspoon vanilla, a dash of salt, and one cup of pecans. Beat eggs separately then add other ingredients. Place in an unbaked pie shell. Bake 45-55 minutes at 350 degrees.
I shared the pie with the neighbor who owned the chickens after he tracked the egg thief to my back door. He liked the pie so well that he plowed my drive. I came away feeling like Tom Sawyer.
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You may not be thinking about spring morels, but I am. Heavy snows usually translate into a lot of morels come April.
Heavy snow also means hungry coyotes that are more willing to come to my rendition of a squealing rabbit. When real hungry, a coyote will often forgo circling down wind. Just in case, I like to set up with cover upwind and an open field downwind.