Buttermilk Coconut Pie
Down at Foster Electric, it is Eat Your Weight in Junk Week, which precedes the Christmas and New Years holidays, and then the Biggest Loser contest. I find this hysterical. Especially since Duane (who might need to lose around three pounds) always ends up lasting around three hours. He’s just far too addicted to that morning donut (or three) and Pepsi.
I always debate with myself over what to send to the company. Inevitably, Duane forgets to remind me until Sunday night. “Er…don’t forget we’re eating down at the company this week.” “Oh, yeah. Didn’t you do that, like 365 days ago, too? I recall that perfectly well. Get right on it.” (He did do a little better this year. Gave me two days notice.) But anyway–the debate. Ham biscuits? Everyone sends ham biscuits–can’t have overkill. Chicken salad–that’s fine–I’ll do the hot chicken salad one day; that’s a little different. Fudge and other candy? Don’t really have time for that until after the kids are out of school. Oyster stew? Hmm. Finally, I decide on pies. Pies are simple. (There’s a reason for that saying “easy as pie.”)
And thus the company gets some of my all-time favorite smack-your-grandma-good buttermilk coconut pie, and also some almost as good just plain buttermilk pie. Some of you are sitting there saying, “smack your grandma? wth?” It’s just an expression. A southernism. Some of yall need an edumucation. It merely means that yes, it is good enough that you would tell your own grandma to get out of the way of your food.
And many of you have never had buttermilk pie. I’m kind of surprised by that. Buttermilk pie was, I believed, a southern staple. It’s simple, custardy, sweet with a slight tang, and has a sugary, crust top–kind of like a creme brulee.
At any rate, all this food this week has sort of turned me off of food, to be quite honest, which could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how you view it. I really haven’t eaten all that much, which is strange–only a lick or two of the pretty much scraped clean pie plates that have come home from the company after the coconut pie has been blitzed by the inmates. This could be good. I’m tired of cooking, though, which might not be such a good thing, seeeing as how we have a whole other week of cooking to go before this year winds itself to a close. I have made…umm…I don’t honestly know at this point…I think it’s something like five or six coconut pies, two or three buttermilk pies, numerous chocolate truffles, as well as some other junk this week. (Sorry, Foster Elec…it didn’t all go to you…)
Anyhoo…I’m much too tired for this whole writing thing right now. Here’s this “smack-your-grandma” coconut pie recipe yall have all been clamoring for…don’t eat it all at once or you’ll be sorry, I promise. I know from experience. I’ll add some of the other recipes mentioned above a little later, when I’m not so tired of food… 🙂
1 ½ cup sugar
1 stick of butter, melted
Pour melted butter over sugar; mix together thoroughly.
Beat (with fork or whip) eggs in separate dish; add to sugar and butter.
1 cup flaked coconut
¾ cup buttermilk
1 tsp vanilla
Add remaining ingredients to mixture and mix well. Pour into 2 regular pie crusts and bake at 350 degrees for 45 to 50 minutes. You may need to cover halfway through baking to prevent crust and top from overbrowning.