Pecan pie postscript, with China, greedy squirrels and feral pigs in Texas (huh?)

Dear Friends: Thank you for all the nice comments on my previous post about my mother’s pecan pies. I feel compelled to follow up today, as there is so much interesting pecan-pie-related news, some of it on the front page of the New York Times (“No Holiday Pecan Pie? Thank China, Feral Pigs and Ill-Timed Rain”). But to go back, I need to clarify that the hammer in Mom’s hand was for cracking pecans, an obvious oversight by clueless me, but recognized immediately by cook Michael. Mom probably brought the nuts with her from New Mexico, a state that produces pecans, but I think she learned to make pecan pies in Texas, my father’s home territory, and where we briefly lived when I was a child.

mom with hammerAnd this brings me to that moment of regret we all feel with the loss of loved ones: If only I could ask Mom to tell me the story of how she learned to make pecan pies! Was it from our southern grandmother, Jessie, whom she never much liked for her stern character and chewing tobacco habit, with spittoon close by? (This was Texas, remember). I will never know, but this reminds me why I love StoryCorps and their tag: “100 years from now, what will it mean to have recorded and preserved the voices and experiences of everyday people?” This year StoryCorps celebrated ten years of traveling the country in an Airstream trailer, “listening to America,” recording stories in their mobile sound studio and teaching how to do oral histories. On their website, you can invite them to come to your community. (http://storycorps.org/) story corps photo 2

Related to that, I heard on NPR that today, November 29, is the National Day of Listening, a day to honor a loved one through listening. I liked that idea, so I asked Michael if I could interview him. He’s always harkening back to the good old days as we walk around Portland, pointing out sights and places, saying how wonderful everything used to be, and how it’s all gone to hell now. “No way am I going to be remembering on demand,” he grumbled as he worked on making gnocchi with a new recipe (bake the potatoes first). Oh well, so much for that idea. (http://nationaldayoflistening.org/)Mom gnochhi

OK, so what’s the connection with pecans and feral pigs and China that has driven pecan prices up over 30% this year?  Record rainfall last spring and summer in Georgia and South Carolina, summer drought in Texas and Oklahoma, a disease called scab, heavy fall rains in Texas and a sporadic harvest. And then those darn Texas feral pigs moved in to take advantage of the situation, along with freeloading squirrels. “Wildlife pressure,” was how a spokesperson for the Texas Pecan Growers Association delicately put it.

And now China: most of the high quality pecans go for export, and China is the biggest customer. Called “bi gen,” which sounds similar to “pecan,” they are sold in bagfuls in street stalls and grocery stores, and are especially popular around Chinese New Year, which falls in January this year.

mom would have been proudBottom line: Pecan prices are way up, and pecan pie popularity is seriously down. Google reports twice as many searches for pumpkin pie as for pecan pie this year. But in the south, home of my father’s kinfolk, pecan pie is still king. My sister Sher, visiting in Florida, felt the pull and sent this photo of her pie, with the message “Mom would have been proud.”

Enough about pies! If you are wondering about my holiday effort to produce a pumpkin-ginger cheesecake for Thanksgiving, I can tell you it was a mixed success, from a social/marital point of view. Michael does easily share his kitchen, at least with me, and he was busy preparing his own contribution to Thanksgiving, an appetizer he called “French tacos.” I just wanted to be left alone, in quiet, with my recipe (which I completely misplaced and had to print out again from Glutonforlife website). Yet I needed to ask him if we had a hand mixer (no), small measuring cups (no), a can opener (yes), and if the oven temp was accurate after my cheesecake was far from done after the prescribed hour (yes, but it still went 1.5 hours, caramelizing the crust). I forgot to read the instructions about how to mix the ingredients, and ended up with everything in the blender, in stages. A big mess. I was surly, Michael was annoyed, but by the time we left for our friends’ house, a truce was declared. Thanksgiving dinner with Bruce and Nancy and their family was a big success.  Oh, and the cheesecake was delicious, (but so rich we had to take a long walk today to burn off some calories).

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11 thoughts on “Pecan pie postscript, with China, greedy squirrels and feral pigs in Texas (huh?)

  1. Judy,
    Thanks for the post! It seems like you had a good day after all!
    I made my mother’s apple pie, as requested by my son, who claims that we must have his abuela’s pie. I have never been a good baker, but I try and they usually turned out good.
    Wished we could have gone for a walk … We had six inches and temps in the teens but everyone came. Luckily, the guy who snows plows came around 6 am and I had time to shovel the walk. Every time I do this, I end up crying thinking that John never allowed me to shovel and how much my life has changed since he died.
    happy December!

  2. Whew – thought for a moment the cheesecake had been a disaster! Agree with you about the richness; after my test run the week before Thanksgiving (and handing off the lion’s share to a friend), I just couldn’t face eating another and so resorted to my simpler standby, pumpkin custard! (Try that next year.)

    • The cheescake was great and everyone loved it. But a little goes a long way; we left half with the hosts and have enough for another dinner party on Sunday. ¡Una delicia de indulgencia! Thanks for being a part of it, from afar. And yes, I’ll try pumpkin custard next year!

  3. Greetings from a misty frozen but magical Norway. No pecans here. Indeed, no thanksgiving. We are in jet lag mode, watching a binge of Bergman on TV and reading through the night. And indeed you must ask yourself, given earlier strands of history, should I tempt fate by sharing the kitchen? It is great that we are all allowed to delete bad things from the past, however, and I am all for getting women back to the kitchen from time to time, but not tooooo frequently. Toronto launch was great, with the top floor of OISE and a red sunset in the west. The lit crowd who showed up were Jane Springer, Maureen Fitzgerald and her partner Amy Gottlieb, filmmaker. Montreal was great too, a more French culture today than 25 years ago.

  4. As always Judy, a lovely post full of warmth and wit (and a great image of Michael prowling and possibly even growling in the kitchen as you tried to make your cheesecake!) I’m also glad you gave a mention to the importance of recording stories. A few years ago, I interviewed my parents (separately) about their childhoods and their WWII experiences and then wove their two (very different) stories together on a CD for all their grandchildren. Then, at their 50th wedding anniversary I got my nephews to interview my parents about how they met. Again, we did the interviews separately and then wove the (sometimes conflicting) narratives together, with links by the two little boys. The result is enlightening, touching and at times, hilarious ! They’re incredibly precious recordings for all of us and I’m so glad we did it. So tell Michael to get talking NOW!

  5. Hi Judy and Michael! So good to see photos of you two in the kitchen. Brings back such sweet memories of being in the kitchen, mostly watching, Michael create something wonderful. I always enjoy the Chronicles and hearing what you are up to. Happy Solstice and Winter. Miss you both. C.

  6. Love this post! We polished off that pecan pie in Miami,
    leaving the sad Whole Foods pumpkin pie in it’s lonely
    box on a tray in the wine cooler. I have gained five pounds
    and I suspect the p-pie was the reason why. Now for
    Christmas vacation??!!! eeeeee!!! xoxo

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