I have many memories of Easter weekends on a screened-in porch in the south. There was honey baked ham, deviled eggs, tomato salad and usually a chocolate chess pie that we'd brought home from the church fundraiser. Of course, made by the hands of my sister and I during volunteer bake time. I wish I could find that recipe somewhere. It was so smooth, but also light and rich, almost like a brownie pie. It gave me a stomach ache every time because I always had to have just one more sliver. Since moving to the Rocky Mountains 6 years ago, and to Colorado 11 years ago, this is usually what Easter weekend looks like. Maybe time to reconsider a southern movement.
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| view from the back deck | april 23 10:37am
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