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I no longer bake unless I’m having company.  The problem is (and I understand I’m not alone here) if I bake it, I eat it.  All.

One wet Sunday afternoon, lusting for sweet, I explored recipes for coconut custard pies, something I had never baked before.  None of the recipes made much sense to me, all having a dearth of coconut and coconut milk; so I made up my own.  It’s absolutely delicious.  I present it here for your pleasure:


                       Coconut Cream Pie for One or More

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  • 5 eggs, beaten
  • 1 can coconut milk, very well shaken
  • 2 cups sweetened shredded coconut
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 2 tablespoons sugar

         An 8 inch pie crust, bought or home made

  • 2 tablespoons sweetened shredded coconut, toasted lightly in iron skillet

           Mix first six ingredients together well.  Pour into pie crust.  Bake 13 minutes in a pre heated 450 degree oven.  Lower heat to 375 degrees and bake 30 minutes more.  Garnish with toasted coconut.  Cool and enjoy!

The truth is, a 5’2” woman cannot afford the luxury of giving in to temptation too often.  Not unless, that is, she wants to end up looking like a walking turnip.  And women of a certain age (like me) enter the forbidden country of calories at their own peril.  When I was in my thirties, I remember a day when I downed an entire family size bag of cheese doodles (and frankly, who wouldn’t, if they could?)  And then I lay down on my bed and moaned quietly.  My three year old daughter came into the room, looked at me balefully and pronounced, “If you’re going to eat like a pig, Mommy, this is the way you’re going to feel.”

The point is, the next day I had gained not an ounce, but if I did that today, I’m sure the scales would tip mightily.

For years, my guidelines for consumption were simple.  If it came in one unit—like a pint of ice cream, a bar of chocolate, or a bag (any size) of chips, it was clearly one portion.  This is simply common sense.  And the ad campaign which touted “Bet you can’t eat just one” (meaning one potato chip) meant one bag to me. These days, I try to resist the siren song of something salty.

Still, I have my rules.  But life keeps intervening.  For instance, ostensibly I’ve given up eating bread.  But one of my favorite adages is “Half a loaf is better than none."  Much better.

Joan Jaffe

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