As long as I can remember, my grandmother's maid, Emma, would make Tarte a la Bouille pies. I could live on them. They are delicious warm, they are delicious cold. When I think of pies, I think of this. It's much different than what we think of in a traditional pie. This contains custard with a sweet dough crust. (We sometimes call them Cream Pie.) Emma says she didn't have a recipe. We were all panicked at her funeral. When I lived in Birmingham in my late 20s, I ate at a "Meat and Three". We didn't have those kinds of words and menu options in south Louisiana. It was good, and I even chose a dessert. One looked so similar...
As I analyze my own behavior, I've come to realize that I go through my days, unconsciously, enjoying sophistication but by taking the path of least resistance. One could say it's a form of art. Now before you get all impressed, you must realize that I'm gussying up what it means to be lazy whilst having Dom Pérignon taste on a Busch budget. I think I could write a book called "A Lazy Woman's Budget-Conscious Guide to having La Joie de Vivre." Even writing "La Joie de Vivre" makes this phantom book nobler that it should. Since many of you resonated with my distaste for Sanda Lee's personality in her show, "Semi-Homemade with Sandra Lee", I think there is...
Momma says she's had this recipe since my oldest sister, Adrienne, was at Ascension Catholic Elementary School in 1982. She got the recipe from her friend, Mrs. Kathleen Waguespack's sister in law, I believe. If you know my mother, you know she loves a recipe "that you can make ahead of time!" If you know me, you know that I love butter and carbs, so it's a win-win all around. These delicious things have become very popular amongst my friends here in Alabama. It makes my heart happy to be helpful by giving meals to new mothers or food to friends that have just moved homes. Especially in my former days of "I had more time then", I liked to...
