Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there, especially to my mother, Mollie!
People swear ta gawd we look alike but I just can’t see it. 🙂
My mama is the bomb yall! We are soooo opposite yet so similar. The older I get, the more I can see her ways come out in me. The older she gets, the more she gets on my nerves 😉 But all in all, I love her and I’m glad she’s still here with me. I just can’t be around her for more than 48 hours without somekinda break lol!
When I was younger, I couldn’t stand her. We were just sooooo different-she was loud and ‘in your face’ and said exactly what was on her mind, no holds barred. She talked too much for me. I was a very shy, sensitive and timid child. So…yeah…imagine the conflict of interest there. It really wasn’t until I left and went away to college that I learned to appreciate and respect her more. Not to say that I hadn’t up until that point, but the separation definitely did wonders for our relationship. Its like we got closer when we split apart. And I can say the same today. Being that I moved outta NC I feel like we have a much better relationship now that we’re apart. I know she misses me, and I miss her too.
Although our relationship has its points of contention, Mollie has taught me valuable lessons that I’m so grateful for now that I’m a grown up and having to navigate this thing solo. She’s taught me things both directly and indirectly. She taught me how to move in a room fulla vultures. Or, she taught me how not to break under pressure. She was rough on me, like really rough, when I was a child. She certainly didn’t cut corners in talking to me (remember, ‘red is for whores’?) I guess she thought I needed toughening up. Now, I’m not so bothered by the curve balls that life has thrown at me. I can see that trait lacking in a lot of my peers and even in some women like twice my age.
Integrity. I can’t say that enough. Integrity. Integrity. INTEGRITY! Not only did she teach me this, but she displayed this in the way that she chose to conduct herself. The example that I’m most grateful for, and amazed at, is how she spoke about our father and his family. Let’s just say that the relationship with my father and his side of the family has been ‘less than favorable’. Being that my sister was born with Autism, when she was formally diagnosed at the age of 5, my father’s sisters serious up tried to talk my mother into shipping my sister off to some far away camp or ‘school’ because she was defective. She refused. Oh, and did I mention that my father tried to coerce my mother into giving me away to one of his sisters to raise as her own because she couldn’t bear children. Yeah…it was like that… But, I never found out any of this until I was way older. In fact, my mother never bad-mouthed my father or any other member of his family to or around me and my brother and sister. And I know for a fact that she was well within her rights to do this.
Most importantly, Mollie taught me about Jesus. I can’t really say that I grew up in the church. Like, I didn’t go to church Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and twice on Sunday. I used to go to Sunday school with my great-great aunt when I was small and I went to church but not like every Sunday. But when ma found Jesus, she made sure I knew about Jesus. She didn’t make me holla at him just cuz she had. She didn’t make me go to church like all the time, but she really taught me about Jesus-the Jesus that is compassionate and preached love above all else. Not the Jesus that dictates you have to go to church 12x/week and give $5,000 per month and dress in Gucci and gold in order to meet him.
These are just some of the things she taught me; very important stuff here people. She did the best she could, she did her job. And I think I turned out ok 🙂 Hell, I’m about to be a Dr, not bad for a statistic. And she’s not done either. Nope, Mollie continues to school me in the game of life. There’s always more to learn. No matter how I feel personally, I will always continue to love, cherish and respect my mother for as long as I have breath in me to the best of my ability; and I would encourage all of you to do the same. Parents are gifts, they won’t be here with us always. We don’t have to like them, but we do have to honor them.
This is Mollie’s recipe. I know, I know, it’s ironic being that she can’t cook to save her life! But Mollie can bake tho. Most people who can’t really cook can bake really well, and this is definitely the case with her. She’s always made pretty good desserts. I’ll have to take the family’s word for it being that I don’t eat pecans, or really nuts of any kind… 😉
- 1 cup chopped pecans, a little more if you want
- 1 cup sugar
- 3 tbsp brown sugar
- 1 cup dark karo syrup
- 1/3 cup melted butter, its okay to use salted butter here
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 3 eggs, beaten
- Deep dish refrigerated pie crust (hey, told yall this was Mollie’s recipe lol) a recipe for a home made crust can be found here.
Preheat oven to 350°F
In a large bowl, mix the sugar, brown sugar, corn syrup, vanilla, butter and eggs together until combined. Add the pecans and stir.
- Note: add about 1/4 c of flour so that the mixture thickens and isn’t runny when it’s cooked.
Pour the pie filling into the crust and bake until a fork comes out clean in the middle of the pie; for 45-55 mins. Your bake time will vary depending on your oven.
Allow the pie to cool completely before serving!