I lived out a scene from a movie last Thursday at lunch. There was moaning and groaning, gasping, expressions of love, lust, desire and even some table pounding. No the scene was not from Caress of the Vampire 2 : Teenage Ghoul Girl a Go-Go. I'm talking about When Harry Met Sally re-filmed at "The Back Porch".

Let me set the scene.....


After we ordered we had a chance to try a small bowl of the "Mexican Green Chili Stew". We both tried it while we were waiting for our lunch choices. I loved the stew.

It is made with roasted pork, potatoes, crispy tortillas tomatoes, onion, green chili peppers and white hominy. Did I say I loved the stew? Dream Girl on the other had was not a fan. She has hominy issues. The only three things that I know of that she doesn't eat are hominy, sauerkraut and beets. We are so much alike it is strange that she hates three of my favorite foods. I can eat hominy (yellow or white) cold out of the can with a spoon. I guess that explains why I like the stew so much. The hominy provides a base taste like barley in other soups and stews and it blends with the flavor from the pork really well.

Dream Girl and I had finished our lunch, mine of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, jalapeño gravy and green beans, and her grilled chicken salad with candied pecans and southwest ranch dressing, when the waitress asked if we would like some pie. I told her to let us think about it for a bit.

I was full but I think the pie was calling my name. When the waitress came back around to top off our drinks I ask for a slice of the buttermilk pie. We had decided on buttermilk again because it seemed the least rich of the available choices. The apple was rich enough alone but would needed some Blue Bell Ice Cream (which I have since learned, from Ms. Owner, is available on request) and the chocolate fudge pie is like a meal by its self.


So the scene is set....

As we began sharing the piece of pie we began the aforementioned moaning and groaning, gasping, and pounding. This pie is to die for. It is very creamy, almost the texture of firm pudding. The crust is flakey and perfectly baked. The only "custard type" pie better than this was my mom's egg custard pie.

I would skip lunch and just have pie if this was one of the choices. As we were eating and proclaiming this pie to be the king of all perfectly proportioned personal pie pieces purchased previously, we just keep looking at each other and continued on speaking in broken mumbled sentences as our mouths were seized by the multiple, simultaneous oralgasms we were experiencing. I guess we were a little less than discrete in our appreciation of the pie. We heard someone in the next booth say something like, "We want what they are having."