We had Home Ec in junior high in my day…which was back in the 1960’s. No such thing as a “middle school”. Our junior high consisted of grades 7-9 but the year I was in 8th grade was the last year for the 9th grade to be included. A new wing was built onto the high school so the 9th grade moved into the senior high with the rest of the “big” kids. But I digress.
Anyway, Home Ec was a real class where we learned how to read a recipe and follow the directions. We made the BEST fudge, baked bread, cinnamon rolls and cookies, made a cake from scratch, and baked a pie crust filled with pudding. I’m sure we learned how to do other things in that 9-week class but those are what I remember.
In 8th grade we had the opportunity to make a fruit pie or a pecan pie. We had to supply our own mini 4-inch pie pan as we got to take this baked mini pie home with us. I wanted a peach pie but my parents wanted a pecan pie, which cost an extra ten-cents! So I made the pecan pie. For them. I wanted no part of that deal. Pecan pie was gross. Or so I thought.
Dad loved it. I don’t remember what Mom’s take was on it. She might not have gotten a bite of it. But Dad raved about it.
And I never made another one.
Until now.
I baked my first full-sized pecan pie today.
And Mr. Aitch loved it.
Knitting In Flashes 