![]() We continue to kick each other under the table-when necessary. Alex had gone out of her way to make this pie for his visit, and he was being rude not accepting a piece! Later, John told me, “That’s the day I knew you were going to be my wife.” Apparently he didn’t mind and in fact was delighted by a strong minded woman who would put him in his place when necessary and he does the same thing to me. When she asked John if he’d like a piece of pie, John said, “No thank you.” Well, I wasted no time in kicking him pretty hard under the table. (There are many theories as to the origin of the name “chess pie,” but my favorite is that it evolved from people calling it “jes pie,” as in “just” a simple pie.)Īs we sat finishing up the meal around the grandly set coffee table, Alex went and got the chess pie. I made roast chicken, fried okra, rice and gravy. None of my friends in New York ever had anybody over to their apartments for supper, since we were all single and living in tiny cubbyholes-but I was determined to host a dinner party. After only two weeks of dating, I was ready for John to meet my friends. This Valentine's Day dessert is now a family tradition that John wouldn't dare pass up and neither should you!Īlex and I were friends in college and then roommates in New York when I met my husband, John. In honor of Valentine's Day, I want to feature the Chess Pie that I love so much but more importantly, plays a role in my favorite love story - mine and John's.
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