Who Hogged the Last Piece of Pie?


Growing up we celebrated holidays with the same extended families that we vacationed with every summer.  On July 4th  we would have a chicken/fish fry at my Aunt Doris and Uncle Shelly’s house, Easter was at my Aunt Lois and Uncle Toms house and Christmas was at ours.  There would be at least 40 people crammed into each house as we prepared to eat a feast.  My goodness, those women could cook.   The food was served buffet style and took up every available space in the kitchens.  On Easter and Christmas there was always  ham and turkey with all of the trimmings.  The men were always served first, the children second and then the ladies.  Looking back now, I am not sure how I feel about the ladies, who spent hours preparing the feast, eating last.  Then I remember that when I have company for supper, I automatically fade into the background and let my guests serve themselves first.   My grandparents always brought “fried noodles” and my Aunt Lois was known for her divinity and fudge, and my Aunt Doris made the best chocolate and white cream pies.   No matter how much food you had, there was always that one food that you knew you had to get to early, or it was gone.  The white cream pie almost caused a fist fight in my moms kitchen one year.  Most people have never heard of white cream pie, and basically you make the pie filling from scratch, but add butter and vanilla at the point when you would have added chocolate, coconut or bananas.   Her crust was flaky and tender, and the pies were to die for.  Complete with a little whipped topping on top of the pie, and a person is close to heaven.  The bad news is that you can’t get 40 pieces from one pie, and that’s where the problem arose that Christmas dinner.

My cousins, Deb (or “stinky” as my dad called her) and Russ, who were young adults, each spied the white cream pie as they were going through the line filling their plates.  The problem is that Russ, being a male, went through the line first.  Deb followed, after all of the kids received their food,  and noticed that there was only one piece of pie left.  That piece would never be there when she went back for dessert, so she quietly dished up the pie, and hid it in on the top shelf in moms cupboard, and went into the front living room to eat.   Everyone enjoyed their meal and then they proceed to head back to the kitchen for the much coveted dessert.  There were pies, cookies, cakes, frosted cut out Christmas cookies, and gooey pecan rolls to be enjoyed.   It seemed that  Russ wanted that last piece of white cream pie….and it was gone…..plus to make matters worse, his mom was the one who made the pies.   I think he felt that gave him squatters rights to the last piece, so to speak.   He griped and grumbled and settled on a different dessert before retreating to the dining room in a huff.  Since I was younger, I am not really sure what happened next, but I remember a lot of yelling and arguing when Deb pulled that wonderful piece of pie out of the cupboard just as Russ was coming into the kitchen……….but in the end, Deb enjoyed her pie, and for years after that Dori always made more than one white cream pie.  Funny what an adult remembers as a kid….the very best times ever, fights and all!    Mmmmmmm…..maybe I will just zip into the kitchen and make a white cream pie…..  ♥



One deep dish pie shell, baked and cooled.

2/3 cup sugar

1/3 cup all purpose flour

1/4 tsp salt

2 cups 2% milk

3 egg YOLKS, beaten

2 Tablespoons butter

 2 teaspoons vanilla

In a saucepan, combine the sugar, flour, salt and milk.

Using a whisk, mix well and stir constantly on medium heat until mixture comes to a boil and thickens.

Continue whisking, while boiling for 1 minute longer, then remove from heat.

Stir about 1/4 cup of the hot filling into the beaten eggs, tempering them.

Slowly whisk the warmed egg mixture back into the filling in the saucepan and return to heat.

Cook for 1 minute longer

Remove from heat and add butter and vanilla, mixing well.

Pour into the cooled crust, cover top of filling with plastic wrap to prevent a skin from forming on the filling.

Refrigerate at least 2 hours, top with whipped topping and enjoy!


7 responses to “Who Hogged the Last Piece of Pie?

  1. I remember a time like this also—Mom always made pie–there where 6 children–we all knew that 1 piece a person. One night I didn’t eat my chocolate pie right away, left for a while and when I came home my brother and his friend was sitting at the kitchen table–I went to get my chocolate pie and it was gone–I did some yelling at Kevin for letting his friend have my piece of pie–we talked about this for years his friend happened to be the man that I married–Dave. Dave always brought this up when mom made chocolate pie:) Those are wonderful memories!!

  2. ALRIGHT!!! grandma gave me this recipe and told me never to give it out but hers was completely different…now what’s up with that, lol??? love the stories…they bring back so many memories…mom and i chuckled all weekend while she was reading them…me…i read them everyday as they come but she spent an evening purusing…i had forgotten (or didn’t realize that anyone knew) that we were all scared of uncle dick, debyles store in rhinelander, that butch was called, “mosey”, etc…etc…etc…especially love the latest menopause saga…givin that i’m a couple of years ahead of you, i can look back and laugh…most days, things are getting back to normal or i’m just getting used to getting old…i’m sure it’s the latter…anyway, keep up the good work…they’re the first thing that i look at for the day!

    • That was a “stock” cream pie recipe that was close to the one I remembered… I was not honored with the original…feel free to pass it on…Maddie wants me to make a white cream pie soon…they were such great memories…and need to be put into writing for our kids and future generations….pass them on…

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