Brian, ooooh, now that was very interesting about pecan pie, once upon a time called molasses pie. It might as well be, I think the only ingredients are just like the butter tarts. Butter, more butter, more butter, some sugar, more sugar, and maybe a little cream or milk? Can't quite remember.
My husband is on the road to making butter tarts. Get 120 tart shells from Costco, really cheap, make the filling and away we go....he loves to bake certain things, like the butter tart. I think it is because he gets to eat so many. LOL.
About chickens. I could honestly sit on my bit white bucket for hours watching them. The only problem is my rear end gets rather sore. The chickens do things that keeps one amused hours on end. Never still for a moment. I cannot get over the holes that the chickens dig in their yard in summer, so deep, but that is their dust bath, and I guess they just love to get down and dirty. I love to watch the entire events of the chickenyard. We are going to get turkeys....I have had many fair warnings about the toms, so I will be very careful with little kids and dogs. But I don't think any tom, no matter how big they are would ever intimidate my sister. She would be the one doing most of the looking after. After having 6 children, she knows how to handle anything to keep them in line. If the tom came after her, I am sure that he would be in for a great surprise, because she would not turn, nor run, on the other hand, she would probably chase after him and give him the run of his life. It would be a sorry day for him and he would never venture close to her again, unless it was to be just a nice old guy. I can feel assured of that.
That reminds me of an experience I had about 25 years ago with nasty, nasty muscovey drake. Man he was mean. Everyone was afraid of him. I was a little too. But one day he made me really, really mad. I was doing something in the chicken yard (he angry me off anywayws, he always took advantage of my chicken hens, even though he had his own breed), and before I knew it this grumpy old bugger grabbed hold of my calf from behind. I was much younger than, and to have the audacity of some big old bird grabbing on my calf made my head spin. I was mad, it was incredible horrible pain, and that made me even madder. I turned around and picked up this old bugger and swung him around over my head about 6 times and sent him flying, he was not hurt, he was so onery, he just got up and carried on his merry own way. But really, this old drake never bothered me again. And I always kept a watchful eye out. If you have ever been bit by a duck or a goose, you will know what I mean. All have a great day. Cindi