This is a lesson that I may or may not have learned this week. Don't buy the pecans long before you bake the pie.
I bake lots of pecan pies over the holidays. Mom's beloved recipe, which has alcohol in it, gets put in heavy rotation this time of year, as well as some Paula Dean pecan recipes I like. Last weekend I bought 4 pounds of pecans in preparation of the bake-fest to come. One bag disappeared within a couple of days. I asked PapaMark to lock up the other bag so it would be out of my reach. Last Friday I bought another 2 pounds to make up for the bag devoured earlier in the week. I am embarrassed to say that there is probably a half pound left of the new bag now. I have munched them into oblivion. So, I will buy all the other pie fixings today, but hold off on buying more nuts until I am just about ready to preheat the oven.
The house I grew up in had pecan trees in the yard that produced mass quantities of pecans. My Mom was practically the pecan-Nazi, shooing away folks who would pick them up in any spot remotely considered our property. As with the regular yard work, we kids had to go out with buckets and pick them up daily. When my sister was grown, Mom expected her to spend her lunch breaks from work picking up pecans in the fall. Then Mom spent most nights in the winter shelling them. I LOVE pecans and am used to having them around to snack on at will.
By the way, where I come from we call them PEA-cans, though I admit that puh-CAWN sounds much more lovely.