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Double Musky Pie
Preheat oven to 350°F.
First Layer
- 3 egg whites
- 1/4 pinch salt
- 1/4 tsp cream of tartar
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 tablespoon vanilla
- 36 saltine crackers, broken into 1/2 inch pieces
- 1 cup pecans, roughly chopped
Beat egg whites until airy and frothy. While still beating, add salt. Continue to beat and add sugar slowly and cream of tartar. Continue beating until meringue forms stiff and glossy peaks. In the kitchen, we test for this point by drawing a finger through the meringue, if it leaves a canal, it's ready.
Mix meringue, crackers nuts and vanilla completely together. Make sure that each crumb is touched by the meringue.
Spread carefully into a buttered 9 inch pie pan, smooth out to a depth of one inch. Bake at 350°F for 12 minutes. Meringue will be slightly brown around the edges and have a very light crust to touch. Let cool slightly.
Second Layer
- 2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
- 1/4 pound butter
- 1/4 cup flour
- 1 cup sugar
- 2 eggs
In double boiler, melt chocolate and butter slowly. Add eggs, half the flour and sugar and mix less that 1/2 minute. Then add remaining flour and sugar, continue to stir. Don't over mix or it will be brittle. It should be slightly granular.
Pour chocolate mixture in a circle from the rim into the center. Bake 35 minutes at 350°F.
When done, pie will be slightly crusty on top. A toothpick inserted into edge will not come out clean; the center, however, will be moist and will continue cooking after it's removed from the oven.
Third Layer
- Cool Whip
Spread topping on pie, the refrigerate until ready to serve.
Recipe courtesy of the Double Musky InnThings I Miss About Living in Alaska
The first time that I visited Anchorage, I remember the plane coming down out of the clouds and skimming over the mountain tops. It was slightly scary (thoughts of Alive filled my head) but incredibly gorgeous and awe-inspiring. The sense of wonder they filled me with only increased after Marc explained just how far the mountains were in the distance and how big they had to be to be seen at that size from the city. I miss looking out into the horizon and seeing the mountains in the distance.
One night we visited the Village Inn on a mission to secure a White Chocolate Cherry Dream Pie. After parking, I noticed that many of the people in the lot weren't making their way inside but were instead gazing into the sky. Upon looking up, I was treated to my first viewing of the Northern Lights. I don't think there's anything in the world that can quite prepare you for the spectacle of the bands of colour weaving and pulsing through the night sky.
Growing up, I had never lived in a place that it really snowed. It wasn't until I was in my late teens, in Ohio, that I really experienced it. And it was in Ohio that I also learned to hate it. Alaska, however, gave me back my love of the frozen white stuff. Maybe it was the scenery that made it seem more magical, or maybe it was the sheer amount of it. Whatever it was, my love for it has stayed with me.
Marc loved to drive. One of the places he showed me, and I ended up falling in love with, was the Seward Highway. It stretches up from Anchorage, through Girdwood, alongside the Portage Glacier and into Seward. Some of my favourite times were when we'd drive along the Turnagain Arm and visits to Girdwood (and the Double Musky Inn).
There are downsides to it being light almost all day, but there's nothing like not needing your headlights at 10pm. The trade off of having so much darkness in the winter wasn't so bad either, although that is when I became a big fan of SAD lights!
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