In which Jamie gives Threadgill's pie another try.

Even after finding Threadgill's pie rather disappointing, I still had a coupon for it and decided to try it again. After a delicious meal of southern home cookin', I requested a slice of pecan pie.
It was better than the buttermilk pie, but it wasn't anything to get excited about.
In the interest of full disclosure, I'm really spoiled when it comes to pecan pie. My grandmother made some amazing pecan pies growing up. Perfectly sweet, with crunchy pecans and a delicious flaky crust. My mom makes a pecan pie that's worth driving home.
This wasn't my momma's pecan pie. It was good- hot as lava; sweet, but not too sweet; and as nutty as can be. The pecans tasted microwaved; they were soft, not crunchy. The crust was kinda meh.
Meh.

Well, here is a picture. Or two. I will be back, soon, with pie from somewhere else.

I'm a Pie-aholic

(also with pictures!)
I've had the following conversation with myself every day this week:

I want pie.

Not until you write about Threadgill's.

But Brad's out of town, and I'm bored!

Well, maybe after you do some housework you'll write that blog post and then you can have pie.

mmmm. . . the pie at (cutiepie wagon, monument cafe, etc.) sounds really good. I could drive there after work and have a sensible dinner. and then pie.

Not until you write about Threadgill's.

Vicious circle. So I'm writing this post about Threadgill's so I can have pie. Making a justification for pie. Abnormally craving pie. Going out of my way just so I can have pie.

Best. Addiction. Ever.