Blackbottom Pecan Pie
When our children were little we waited for the first hard freeze in the fall. On a cool, wet Saturday in late October or early November we headed south of Kansas City to a pecan grove near Pleasanton, Kansas armed with boxes and gunnysacks to carry our treasure. The farmer had a large clamp on the front of his Ford tractor. He attached the clamp around the tree. “Get back. It’s gonna rain pecans.” When he activated the machine the…