Today is my daughter's 9th birthday. When she gets home this afternoon we're going to make a Fudge Pie. She asked for that instead of a birthday cake and she also asked to help make it. It's a good thing that the pie only takes about 40 minutes to bake, I think we'll have just enough time to make it between the end of her Brownie troop meeting and the time she needs to leave for her gymnastics class.
Fudge Pie
3 large eggs
1 1/2 c. sugar
1/3 c. flour
1/3 c. cocoa
1/2 c. butter, melted
1/2 tsp. vanilla
3/4 c. pecans
1 unbaked 9" pie shell
Whisk ingredients together the first 6 ingredients. Stir in pecans. Pour into pastry shell. Bake at 350 degrees for 35 to 40 minutes or until pie is set, shielding edges with strips of aluminum foil to prevent excessive browning, if necessary.
This is good served with vanilla ice cream.
My oldest son, Trevor, had his 16th birthday. At Emma's suggestion we made him a cheese cake. No, not that kind of cheesecake...this was a block of cheese with some canned cheese spread on top. (If Trevor could create his own personal food pyramid it would look like a wedge of cheddar.)

Too funny. My mom always told me I would turn into a giant macaroni and cheese dish. Love that cheese!
Posted by vw bug at April 19, 2005 09:22 PMHahahahaha @ the cheese cake! :)
Posted by ESSFingers at April 20, 2005 01:43 PMOh geeze! I forgot - Happy Birthday Emma!
Posted by vw bug at April 20, 2005 03:39 PMI'll second the birthday wishes. :)
(Regardless of the fact that this cheesecake business disturbs me to no end... lol)
Posted by Paul Jané at April 22, 2005 04:06 PMThank you for the birthday wishes. At least 9 is a fairly good age... In three or four years, I'll be the one who will probably need the good wishes (and/or large quantities of sedatives.)
Posted by marybeth at April 22, 2005 08:22 PMSkip the sedatives and buy a shotgun. lol
Posted by Paul Jané at April 26, 2005 02:48 PMHmmm, a shotgun loaded with rock salt to deal with pesky boyfriends and sedatives so I can deal with a teenage daughter.
Right now she thinks I know everything and am always right. (Which is, of course, true.) I'm not looking forward to the time when she thinks I'm the most stupid person in the world who is wrong about everything.
Posted by marybeth at April 27, 2005 10:32 AM