When I was in university, I worked as a waitress at a low-end (but good!) breakfast/brunch restaurant in Atlanta. It wasn’t in the best part of town. One evening – evenings are slow at breakfast restaurants – I told the cook that I had to make a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. Willie, the cook, wrote down this recipe. Willie was really nice to me – made sure I was ok getting to my car, teaching me to make pancakes, giving me advice – and he was barely literate. We made an odd team; I was a waitress going to a high end university and he was ex-convict just barely able to read and making just enough money to scrape by. I had to adapt the recipe a bit, but Willie’s additions make it the best pumpkin pie ever!
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