Today’s a special day. I’m pretty sure I was conceived on this day a bit more than a half century ago! This little fact has never actually been confirmed by the only two witnesses to the act, but I can do the math. I was a honeymoon baby, born nine months and eight days after my parents’ wedding night. What this has to do with White Chocolate Banana Cream Pie with Sugar Cookie Crust (what I’m calling a sugar pie) is a little less evident than the circumstances of my conception – but if you give me a moment I’ll connect the dots for you.
My Aunt (my mother’s sister) called me (and probably everyone else) sugar pie or just plain sugar. I’m pretty sure she knew my name, but I can’t really recall her ever calling me anything other than sugar pie. Maybe she called me sugar cookie once or twice – it wouldn’t surprise me. The point is she used the endearment sugar pie not the much more common sweetie pie. Now I’m no linguistical expert but it seems to me that sugar pie is a much more Southern moniker than sweetie pie (with Texas being the exception). Maybe I’m wrong, but endearments tend to be cultural and regional and they always have. Let’s boil it down – so to speak.
White Chocolate Banana Cream Pie
Have you ever noticed that so many of our sweetest terms of affection (also known as hypocorisms) are delicious? By that I mean food related.
babycakes, cookie, cupcake, honeybun, muffin, bonbon, chicklet, lambchop, peach, dumpling, bean, sugarplum, pumpkin, peanut, etc…
It’s not just my Southern relatives either. The French also have edible endearments: petit chou (little cabbage), petit pois (little pea) mon cochon (my pig). The Japanese have an interesting turn of phrase as well: tamago gata no kao (egg with eyes). Which makes the Italian term “meatball” (polpetto) sound downright delicious, I mean romantic.
Appetite inducing endearments aren’t strictly modern day sobriquets either. Huny gukus was a popular 16th century term to express fondness that was also a type of honey cake. Crowdie Mowdie (a type of porridge) is another archaic English nickname sure to get a love struck maiden blushing.
Anyway, it was my endearment-slinging Aunt who first planted the idea in my head that (in all probability) I was a honeymoon baby. Which I guess is the sweetest sort of sugar baby you can be (at least in her eyes). So let’s raise a glass my little jellybeans and pull up a slice of White Chocolate Banana Cream Pie. It’s the sugar pie I conceived to celebrate my special day. GREG