If you’re as addicted to coconut as I am, this Coconut Chess Pie is for you.
It’s like eating a macaroon with a pudding base and a pie crust chaser. *swoon*
Last weekend I texted Mel the funniest picture ever. I wanted to instagram it, but it was just too embarrassing.
So I figured I’d post it here:
That’s duck tape, holding up the back passenger window of my Highlander. The mechanism finally gave way halfway to San Francisco and it was either that or drive another hour and a half pretending we were driving in a convertible. #thankgoodnessforducktape #itcouldsavetheworldifweletit
Mel texted back saying “I found you a new car. Go test drive it tomorrow.”
(The Highlander is 9 years old and very well loved. A new car has been on the horizon for awhile, we just hadn’t pulled the trigger.)
I went for a test drive. Side note: does anyone actually JUST go for a test drive and not drive away with a new car?
9 years ago I had to give up my dream car (a Jetta) for my mom car. Last Sunday I got my mojo back, with a little mom thrown in. It’s a Jetta Sportwagon. Me in the front, mom in the back, with a perfect place for Ginger to sit.
And I’m kind of proud of myself: my blog, this little business of mine, is what made it possible. Without all of your support, I’d still be driving around with duck tape holding my window up.
As my way of thanking you, I’m giving you pie. Coconut pie. Coconut Chess Pie.
This pie is like a macaroon on crack, seriously. It’s got a smooth pudding like custard layer, made with eggs and buttermilk and coconut flavor. It’s topped with 2 full cups of coconut.
This pie is coconut to the extreme, and it’s perfect for any occasion. Like Easter. Or a random Thursday.
Or a new car celebration.
This pie comes together super easy. You can use a store-bought crust (I love Pillsbury) or make one from scratch. The rest of the ingredients come together with a whisk in one bowl. Simply stir and pour, then bake. Top with whipped cream or ice cream and then attack it with a fork. I won’t tell if you don’t even get a plate.
Just as long as you don’t eat it in my new car. #nofoodallowed
Recipe adapted from Food.com.