Chocolate Chip Pie
1 cup of sugar,
3 eggs (well beaten)
, 3/4 cup of pecans,
1/2 cup of coconut,
1/2 cup of flour,
1 cup of semi-sweet chocolate bits
Every Thanksgiving my mom and I make chocolate chip pie. There is this one thanksgiving when it fell on November 21, witch is my birthday. I was turning 13 and I was such a little kid and so excited. My uncle John and his wife and kids were coming down all the way from Texas. When I woke up the day before I felt horribly sick, my head was pounding, my throat was swollen, and there had been a rash on my stomach. I had stept throat for sure and I felt horrible. It sucked consedering my birthday, Thanksgiving, and my family were all the next day. I was also suppose to help my mom make chocolate chip pie since it was our thing to do.
The next morning my parents came in to tell my "Happy Birthday" with a big plate of breakfast. I remember still feeling like I got ran over by a bus. Even though I was sick I still wanted to help cook. First I washed my hand and put on a face mask so that no one could possibly get sick. I got out all of the ingredients: sugar, flour, eggs, margine, vanilla, chocolate chips, pecans, coconut bits, and the unbaked pie shell. My mom usually does the measurments because I always mess them up. We need 1 cup of sugar, 3 eggs (well beaten), 3/4 cup of pecans, 1/2 cup of coconut, 1/2 cup of flour, and 1 cup of semi-sweet chocolate bits. As she is preparing the ingredients into cups and things there is a knock at the door.
"HELLO" very excitley I heard my Aunt Tasha practially scream. They all piled into the house at once it was Uncle John, Aunt Tasha, Michelle, and Wayne. They all settled there stuff into the rooms that they were sleeping in when Uncle John came in with a big present. Well it was big at the time, of course it was my birthday present. It was box shaped and it was wrapped in pink and grey wrapping paper that had happy birthday all over it. "You have to wait until we finish the pie" my mom said. I was eger to open it but I knew that I had to finish the pie.
I put the sugar, flour, eggs, margine, and vanilla into a large red bowl, and got the blended out and plugged it up. It was a little hard to blend it because the bowl was practically bigger than me. I did this for 7 minutes, after I was done with that I poured the bag of chocolate chips, the pecans, and the little coconut shavings in the bowl and started blending those for another 6 minutes. There was flour and batter every where, on my face, on the counter, even on my mom, but I was in a hurry to get this pie done. I finally poured the batter into the unbaked pie shell and set the oven on bake at 350, I didn't even let it preheat that day I just stuck the pie in there. I ran to the kitchen table and tour open the present they had got me. It was a karoke machine that, looking back now its pretty stupid but I guess I really wanted it. We took it into the living room and hooked it up and all the kids took turns playing with it. I left the pie in for 30-35 when the timer had beeped to get it out. Even though I was sick it still ended up to be a good birthday/Thanksgiving.