The Pecan Praline

The Pecan Praline.

Does anything else really need to be said?

I know my Beaufort people know what I'm talking about.

But, I'm not sure anyone else does.

When David and I lived in Beaufort (when he was in the Marine Corps) we would sometimes drive the 45 minutes to Savannah, Georgia and stop at Savannah Candy Kitchen along the river. Here is where we discovered the pecan praline.

Now, I'm from the south, but I think it may be a regional delight (and I don't use the term "delight" lightly).

David is from the Chicago suburbs and they certainly don't have the pecan praline up there. Pecan pralines don't pair well with deep dish pizza and Italian beef. These are more of a fried chicken/mashed potatoes kind of dessert.

Italian beef is regional, too, but I'll leave that post for another day.

Now. Back to the praline.

Fast forward a few years and here in Oklahoma, the praline isn't what Savannah calls a praline. I'm not sure what it is that Oklahoma calls a praline, if they even call anything a praline.

My point is, that we had not had the pecan praline since we left Beaufort many years ago.

Oh, but our love for the pecan praline has never waivered all this time.

Since our 18th anniversary was this week, I decided to surprise David by ordering us some. He was so surprised!

Now, I know these pictures don't do them justice. You really have to taste the pecan praline to fully appreciate it.

I remember going into the store and getting a fresh praline almost straight off the slap it was poured on.

Oh. My. Word.

Let's just say, that box went fast.