The Tree at Granny’s House
I wrote the above some years ago, obviously about a favorite pecan tree from my childhood. Because the tree was bent, it was easy to climb. A few yards away from the tree were the remains of a house where my mother had lived as a child. A tornado had ravaged the house leaving behind some broken steps, bits of glass, and nails. My cousins and I would periodically scavenge the site looking for things to use as props for our pretending. I remember that the old rusty nails were always a prize; we’d draw squares in the dirt then stick the nails in the ground within the squares. These would serve as our control panels when we played Star Trek.
Oh, how I wish that I could go back in time and watch us all playing as children. We’d roam at will through the nearby pine forests, corn fields, and cotton fields. It was a magical time.
A part of those childhood memories and The Tree revolves around pecans. In the late Autumn we would gather pecans which had fallen to the ground. Dry pecan leaves have the most remarkable spicy scent and that spicy scent would swirl around us as we stirred up the fallen leaves in search of the pecans. What a lovely thing that God created when he made pecan trees.
In this recipe I’d like to pay homage to pecans. A product of the environment in which I was raised, I keep pecans on hand for baking. Pecan pie is my very favorite pie and these pecan pie bars are a wonderful reminder of the joy of that pie. Bet you can’t eat just one.
Note: These are very, very rich. I cut them into about 1″ x 1″ square bite-sized pieces. They can be topped with a little bit of sweetened whipped cream.