Impossible Coconut Pie

Things are kind of quiet here on the Island.  I’ve been quarantined for a while now and activities are starting to wear thin.  I was back to mom’s recipe box today when I found this gem.  Impossible Pies were a really big deal in the 70’s.  You could do quiche or sweet pie or more.  This is one mom cut out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine.  I have one from the side of a Bisquick box.  Like I said, they were everywhere.  But it’s like everything else.   Things change and trendy recipes fall out of favor.  I can’t tell you why.

It was kind of weird throwing everything into a bowl, stirring it up, putting it in a pie pan and baking it.  That was all it took to have pie.  Is it any wonder why I’m a lazy butt?  It’s the age I grew up in.  It’s worth a try though since everything is so quiet right now.  It certainly couldn’t be any easier.  I do think I’ll be trying the quiche ever so soon.

4 eggs

3/4 cup white granulated sugar

1/2 stick butter or 4 tablespoons, softened

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1/2 cup all-purpose flour

2 cups milk

1 cup shredded coconut

Cream eggs, sugar, butter and vanilla with mixer.  Add nutmeg, flour and milk and continue mixing until all ingredients are wet.  Stir in coconut with a spoon.  Spray a 10 inch deep dish pie plate with cooking spray and pour in pie ingredients.  Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven 55 to 60 minutes until brown on top.  This pie will rise up during baking and then fall after it begins to cool. I always put a baking sheet under this pie to catch any drips when it rises up in the oven. The pie will grow while baking and sink a bit while cooling

 * From the Recipe Box:

Now you know I’m not going to be putting nutmeg in my pie, so you have to make that decision.  I think it’s just fine without it.

It tastes ever so much better with whip cream per the family.

and remember what Meredith Marple said:    The very idea that you’re too kind, too sensitive, too emotional, too enthusiastic, too loving is bat-shit preposterous.  Big kiss, Lynn

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