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@cakespy: Well, if nothing else I hope I saved someone else from clove overdose.

@cybercita: Normally, I would taste for seasoning, but with raw eggs you can never be too safe...

To everyone else: This is probably an excellent recipe (the revised one) because (I'm embarrassed to admit it, but...) my husband and I were so starved for sugar that we ended up eating the whole spiced filled nightmare of a pie anyway!?!?!?

I grew up in the south and then moved to the midwest for college. When chatting with other transplanted southerners the subject of how we could never find Brunswick stew at northern/midwestern bbq joints always came up. Upon meeting people for the second time I was often greeted with, "Oooh, you're the girl who knows about Brunswick stew..."

Alabama...hmm...anything brought in from another state.

Last weekend we drove 2 hours just to eat Chicago-style pizza in Birmingham, Alabama...it was faster than making the 12 hour drive to Chicago and was surprisingly good.

Joshua:

Is this a "serves 4" recipe? How many servings can we expect to get from it? Thanks!

Ethiopian...so far I've mastered yellow split peas, but that's all I can do!?

picking out my birthday cake...red velvet with my grandma's special frosting made by beating butter and granulated sugar with a hand mixer for 30 minutes. the icing recipe has been lost, so I've never been able to recreate it and no red velvet cake has ever tasted as good since.

picking blueberries and eating most of them.

Cultural hotbed of America (if you like college football, that is)...Auburn, AL.

Biggest baking disaster: Sadly, I'm still not sure what went wrong, but years ago I opened my oven to check on a batch of blonde brownies (blondies) only to discover sugar strings dripping from the roof of the oven. It looked like the batter exploded and shot out silly strings of yummy, yummy carmelized sugar. The blondies were ruined and the oven was not easy to clean.

During college my roommate decided to boil a frozen chicken; thus, skipping the whole boring defrosting phase. She also decided to spend the day and night at her boyfriend's apartment leaving the chicken nightmare to bubble away on our shared stove. Unfortunately, I was not home at the time to intervene. I was, however, the first person to arrive home...excepting the fire department. I pulled up just in time to see a fireman kick in my front door and watch smoke bellowing out of the windows. Luckily, there was just a lot of smoke damage and nothing but the chicken, pot, stove top, and front door needed to be replaced. So, while this is not ultimately my cooking embarrassment, try telling that to the fire department who very much doubted my protestations of innocence.

Mongolia. Yum.