In the early 1940's a recipe was created on how to make a homemade choclate pie from scratch. The woman that created this improticuler pie was my Grandmother Maxine.
My grandmother would never give out this recipe to anyone while she was alive, she liked the attention she got on Sundays after church from all of her children, grandchildren, and Great grandchildren. The pie was so good in fact that that her great great grandchildren's first words were "Where is the pie?"
Sunday afternoons at my great grandmothers house can only be described as heaven, not only becouse of the pie, but becouse of the love that was generated from one to another as the family took together in playing games while the food was prepared. Most of the time the men would play horseshoes and all of us children would either play something like tag or hide and seek, while the the women took the job preparing the meal. Now I know what your thinking, that sounds kinda sexist these days but, the ladies in my family loved being in the Kitchen with each other talking and gossiping, and trying to out do one another with there desserts. But knowbodys sweet choclaty desserets could top the choclate pie.
Even outside the wonderful smell of fried chicken would be in the air, but smelling the chicken always remided me that there was going to be dessert afterwords.
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