You pieople are killing me – UPDATED

You people who feel the need – knowing I am fasting – to send luscious, delicious recipes my way, specifically pie recipes…all of you will be consigned to hellish flames of woe.

Or, at least thrown into a good, longish stint in purgatory.

Now, Don – a faithful reader for whom I have spent some time in prayer, mind you – sends me this abomination from Homesick Texan!

There are pies and then there is my grandma’s chocolate pie.

It’s a luscious chocolate custard resting on a flaky, almost salty crust, topped with a springy meringue. For me, it’s la pièce de résistance and whether times are good or times are bad, it’s always welcome and appropriate.

Grandma’s Chocolate Pie, my foot. This is DEVIL PIE!

A flaky, salty crust with chocolate?

I hate you, Don. You should go to confession because you’re a tempter and a fiend.

Grandma’s says: “It’s real good hot, wonderful cold and you can even eat it frozen—then it’s like a popsicle!”

The only reason Grandma escapes my wrath is because she is a Grandma. But…she’s on my list!

Now, all I need, to make my day perfect is for Julie at Happy Catholic, who in her spare time, when she is not running her own business, or podcasting Forgotten Classic books (!) also runs a great foodie blog, to send me some mouth-watering recipe for pie, and I’ll have to go find my preferred weapon.

And, thanks to Julie, now I am both fascinated with this history of butter (and the incrdible-sounding bread/butter pudding recipe) and also thinking that when the fast is over I will have to make my Irish Soda Bread, which is basically a butter-delivery system.

I hate everyone.

UPDATE: Aaaaaand right on schedule, Julie sends this pecan pie recipe my way. I was just telling my husband last night that we would need pecan pie for Thanksgiving. The election had better be over by then! And Julie – you too – go to confession.