April 19, 2024

3 thoughts on “Denise’s Banana Cream Icebox Pie with Toasted Coconut

  1. Neat-O, Maylee. I won’t make this delicious-sounding pie as I am not supposed to eat bananas. Doggone it!
    How well I remember the ice man and his horse-driven cart coming down our street. We had a sign we placed in the window so he’d know how many pounds of ice to bring into our kitchen (25, 50 or 75). He had huge sharp tongs with which to carry the ice on his leather-lined back. He’d give us kids a ride on his cart for a block or so and chip off a piece for each of us to crunch on as we walked home. We really looked forward to that. (Our milkman also had horse-driven cart.)
    You’ll be amused at this: Tillie Samuels, Grampa Joe’s mother, strongly resisted giving up her ice box for an electric refrigerator. It took a lot of persuading on Joe’s part to convince her it was the thing to do, and he bought her a Frigidaire that, at that point in time, had the cooling coils on top. This, of course, was long before we met each other.
    So … you’d have a daughter home for a couple of weeks before she heads out to Henry Jacobs. Lucky you guys! I hope I get to see her this summer when she is in Baton Rouge.
    It was a delight having my Benjamin here, if only overnight en route to Austin, and as a refreshing hour or so on his return trip. Apparently they had a wonderful time. I told Matt Thomas that, should he ever come through Houston after Ben’s gone, he is most welcome to stay at our home. He’s a lovely young man.
    Love,

    Jeanne

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