This coconut cream pie thing all seemed to happened out of nowhere, I don't remember him making it when I was little, it just became his "thing" all of a sudden! And I don’t know how it became famous or if it actually is famous, I think he just started calling it that one day?!? I asked him about it once and he named someone from work who thought it was famous or something… so he went with it. So now you know how to make Boppy’s favourite pie and if he ever tells you it’s not the same as mine, you can tell him he’s full of old rope because I left the recipe right here for you.A few years ago, my dad, who has always been more of an eater/human garbage disposal than a cook, casually started mentioning his “famous coconut cream pie.” I would get text message pictures on pi day of this pie, or he would just throw it into everyday conversation about dessert, and one time when our family convened in Los Angeles he had brought an entire pie on the airplane from Chicago. I admit, sometimes you can be juvenile with your parents even when you’re an adult. A little because I was sick of making Coconut Cream Pies for heavens sake, and a little because it was my turn for revenge. Then I didn’t make it again for him for a very, very long time. I placed the dessert plate in front of him and as soon as he took the first bite, he grinned from ear-to-ear and nodded-this was the one. I was almost ready to admit defeat, when I thought I would give it one last go. I’m not even going to mince words, it was pissing me off. What was the texture like? What was the crust like? Was the coconut sweetened or unsweetened? Alas, he didn’t have a friggin’ clue because nine year old boys don’t care what’s in a pie, just that it tastes good. I tried countless recipes, mixed recipes up and each time he would tell me it just didn’t measure up. You know your mother well enough to know what this meant right? Game on. Make no mistake, he ate the whole thing, but then promptly told me that it was not as good as Patricia’s. There was no doubt in my mind that this pie would open the floodgates and my pie would replace his sister’s as the best coconut cream pie ever. I put down the first attempt in front of your Boppy with a whole lot of smugness. Childhood memories are impossible to beat.įor whatever reason, I wanted to try to recreate the best coconut cream pie for my Dad and searched high and low for recipes. You don’t know this now, but someday you will look back on a recipe I made for you and no one, not even the best chef on earth will be able to match that recipe for you. After school, he would rush to her kitchen table for homemade goodness and I suspect, the chance to spend time with his sister, who he adored. Your Boppy came from a big family, so when he was just a boy, his oldest sister was married with children of her own and lived just down the road from him. You see, your Boppy (for my readers, this what my girls call their grandfather), used to rave to me about how his sister, your Great Aunt Patricia, used to make him the best Coconut Cream Pie. Let me tell you the story about how I came across the Best Coconut Cream Pie ever.
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