(also known as Toasted Coconut and Pecan Caramel Pie)
Of course, I didn’t bake mine exactly like the recipe because I couldn’t find my 1/4 measuring cup and had to estimate on the butter and guess on the coconut amount. You could say there was some serious ‘eyeballing’ going on.
In a medium skillet, melt butter or margarine over medium heat. Add coconut and pecans. Toss well, and saute until coconut is lightly browned. Set aside to cool.
In a large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese until fluffy. Add condensed milk and mix until smooth. Fold in whipped topping. Spread 1/4 of cream cheese mixture into each pastry shell. Sprinkle 1/4 of coconut mixture over each pie. Drizzle 1/2 of caramel topping over each coconut layer. Follow with remaining cream cheese mixture, then remaining coconut mixture.
Pies may be served chilled or frozen.
Anything with that much caramel on the inside is a gift from God. Amen.
And I watched her storm up the stairs and heard the slamming door.
Some days, nine is hard.
Some days, thirty-six is hard.
My daughter and I were both frustrated. With each other. With ourselves.
Before bed, she slipped a note, half scrawled in cursive, half in print, under my door.
Half a little girl. Half a preteen.
“Dear Mom, I’m sorry I said ugly things. Every time I do that it’s because I get mad really easily and get all steamed up and angry and say stuff I don’t mean to say. I don’t know why I get worked up like that, but I’ll try harder. Every time I get worked up like that, please remind me to try harder to not say ugly things. Please pray for me and forgive me. Also I want to stop getting worked up like that, but it’s hard for me not to. I don’t know why I do it. But I need your help not to get mad or worked up. I love you and I know you love me.”
I read her letter a dozen times. It reminded me so much of another letter.
A familiar one about a raging inner battle to control a quick temper, a bad mood, an imperfection, a battle against me.
“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. When I want to do good, evil is right there with me….Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!” Romans 7
I hugged my girl tight and told her she wasn’t alone.