my love affair with cinnamon continues. i’ve been trying, since returning from our honeymoon, to recreate this pecan pie / pecan bar / slice of heaven made by the chef at the dreamcatcher guest house. this is as close as i’ve gotten so far — and it’s so good, i’m not sure i need to keep trying. it is so caramel-y, so cinnamon-y, and best of all, since the chef at the dreamcatcher served it to us as a breakfast desert, that means it’s completely acceptable to eat first thing in the morning. right? nevermind, don’t answer that.
another good thing about these babies, is how your house smells after you make them. for days. nearly a week after i made these little guys, i came home and was instantly drooling, because the house still smelled like pecan pie bars.
okokokokok, here’s the recipe.
for the crust:
2 2/3 c. flour
1 c. butter
2/3 c. brown sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
for the topping:
1 c. brown sugar
1/2 c. butter
1/3 c. honey
2 tbsp. heavy cream
2 c. pecans, rough chopped
2 tsp. vanilla
at the dreamcatcher, the chef served his pecan pie bars with a couple blackberries and a dusting of cinnamon. it was beautiful and sooooo yummy.
i don’t have the patience for beauty. which is probably why i never fix my hair and rarely wear makeup.
i just dig right in. no fork necessary.