OMGosh, I had totally forgotten about a worn recipe book that I received as part of a collection of cookbooks, back in the 60’s from my Aunt Gladys, (who I will need to tell you about after this recipe. When I was searching for a cooked chocolate frosting recipe two days ago, I went to the source of the oldies to find one. This was one that I had made so many times when I use to make a very easy one bowl chocolate cake and then would pour this frosting over it. It was quick, easy and didn’t need powdered sugar. Years ago, when I had 3 little ones and with no car, I would find myself wanting to bake but no energy to dress 3 little kids and walk to the store for powdered sugar. Isn’t it amazing the things we come up with out of necessity? And look, 40 some years later, I am still using this frosting recipe. But will wait to post that in February when I am going to post nothing by chocolate recipes each day since Feb is known as the “love & chocolate” month. But this recipe has always been a “go to”, since it is gooey and yummy and I promise you, you won’t be “chopped” when you bake it. (I guess that only made sense if you watch “Chopped” on the Food Network, right? Here is a recipe for a unique version of pie, taken from this old book.
1 unbaked pie shell (9″)
1/2 cup sugar
3 eggs, beaten
1 cup light corn syrup
1 teas vanilla
1/4 teas salt
1/2 cup peanut putter
1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate pieces
1/4 cup flaked coconut
Gradually beat sugar into eggs. Mix in remaining ingredients except chocolate pieces andy coconut in order given, blending thoroughly. Pour into pasty shell. Bake at 300 for 45 min. Place chocolate pieces in circle in the center of hot pie; spindle remaining chocolate pieces around edge of pie. Fill remainder of top with coconut and bake for about 5 more minutes to set this into pie. Cool and serve with whipping cream.
Since I brought up my Aunt Gladys, or as we knew her, Aunt Gladie, I feel the need to share this story with you. My aunt was as wide as she was tall, bless her heart. (guess she ate too much Candy Pie, after all, she did give me these cookbooks.)
She used to drive down from Ardmore, OK to see us in Corpus Christi after her husband passed away. My mom and I would usually meet her halfway and then I would ride with her on in to Corpus. One year, she decided that my mom , Hope, and I should drive to meet her in Dallas where she would treat us to lunch and go see the “Neiman Marcus” store. We were so not Neiman ladies, as my aunt made all her clothes as back then they didn’t have “Pretty Plus” size stores and her dresses were made out of sometimes flour sacks or very inexpensive material that usually consisted of lots of little flowers all over the material. Aunt Gladie was a fabulous lady, always laughing and could always bring a smile to others. She had a heart of gold and everyone loved her. But……she wasn’t a very pretty lady, on the outside, so she would get quite a few stares from people that didn’t know her because of her size. I am telling you this so you can get the picture in your mind.
My mom and I (I am about 5 at this time) drive to Dallas and we meet her at the Neiman’s downtown Dallas. My mom is absolutely amazed at all the gorgeous dresses and displays that we were not use to seeing in the Sears Depart store in Corpus.
While she and Aunt Gladys were oohing and aahing over all the pretties, I managed to slip away and I found a gorgeous little stuffed animal. I came to show it to them and carried it around the store while they looked at all the pretties. When it was time to leave, my mom told me that I would have to put it back as we could not afford to buy the stuffed toy. I stomped my precious little foot and said, “no” I want it and I ran off through the store determined not to give it up. Well, my mother was so embarrassed by my fit that it was Aunt Gladie who began to run all over Neiman’s chasing me and trying to get me to give it back. When my aunt became so winded from chasing me and tired from getting lots of stares from all the “pretty people” she just stopped. Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere with talking me into giving the toy back, she went back to my mom and said, “you know, Hope, she will be 5 only once, I say, let’s give in and get her the stuffed dog.” I will pay for it…..well, as you can see, I learned something that day.
If you really want something, cause a scene, run and cry, you usually get what you want. It is a lesson I have carried into my marriage today and it still works. Gotta run….Randy is taking me shopping!