Pecan. Gotta be pecan.
Oh, the story I could tell about the first time I had pecan pie.
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This story happened when I was on the SGA retreat in high school.
For those not in the know, SGA is 'Student Government Assocation'.
We went down to Williamsburg, VA, to have a big meeting, visit Busch Gardens, and visit the historic district, and then a big party/dance/dinner event.
Yeah. We had no money to fix the track, but by golly, we could afford this. Mostly since it was pretty much paid out of pocket by the participants, and we also suckered a few of the 'cooler' family members to chaperone.
But I digress.
At the dinner, everybody was dressed up. Well, about as nice as you'd expect high school students to get. Women were in dresses, the guys (all 10 of them. If you're in high school now, the best way to meet girls is Home Ec and SGA. Write that down.) in collared shirts and darker jeans.
We were taken to a nice restraunt where we were distributed around the circular tables, about 4 people per. I sat across from one young man in the class who kept leaning back to speak to two guys on the next table over, and a girl on either side who I was friends with. The guys were messing around, and the three of us were chatting. The tables were slightly pressed together, meaning we were sorta squeezed against the table since students were frequently getting up to go to the bathroom, etc.
When dessert arrived, I noticed they had "pecan pie" on the menu.
I had never heard of it before. My friends gaped at me and immediately ordered a slice, insisting I have a bite.
At this moment, it's good to note that the guys were starting to get out of hand. They'd grab each other's stuff and toss it to the side, making them go fetch. It's a miracle we weren't thrown out.
When the pie arrived, it was still hot. And I mean "fresh from the oven" hot. One of my friends sliced off a bite, and held it up for me to have.
I never noticed the guy at the table having to climb under the tablecloth since his 'buddies' had just chucked his wallet down there.
I took a bite, and the first sensation was a quick burn as it cooled on my tongue, eliciting a sharp yelp. However, as the taste set in, I pretty much swallowed it without biting to say, "Oh my GOD, that's AMAZING!"
Had I mentioned yet that we were already speaking loudly simply because that's what high school students in clusters do? And that as soon as I had yelped, every other conversation
around us had gone quiet?
Apparently, I had also kneed a certain young man in the chin, causing him to come up from under the table rubbing at his face.
You could hear a pin drop as my face went beet red, everybody around just staring with a wide-eyed expression. My friends were trying not to cry from holding back laughter.
I half expected to hear a little old lady the next table over say, "I'll have what she's having."
The truly funny part is that a month later I was back down there tagging along with my dad on one of his business trips. He took me to dinner at the same restraunt, and apparently we got the same waiter from before, cause the restraunt gave me a free slice of pecan pie for dessert.
Imagine trying to explain the reason for THAT to your family.