Please tell me that I'm not the only one who is juggling so many things to prepare for the perfect Thanksgiving feast, that a significant ingredient is inadvertently omitted. I just took a pecan pie out of the oven and thought that something didn't seem right. Then it occurred to me that I left out the Karo syrup. Oops! So now I need to make another one, and I put a fork into it to taste it. It wasn't really that bad, quite a bit more eggy, and obviously not as sweet. With pecan pie, that's kind of a good thing. If you ever want to cut back on the sweetness of one of these classic pies, I recommend leaving out some of the sugary Karo syrup. Happy cooking!
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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