The Norfolk aftermath. The book signing in Mom's kitchen.
This wasn't official — the publisher didn't know. But after the bookstore reading, I brought twenty copies to Mom's kitchen and set up at the table and invited the neighbors and Mom's book club and Dad's garden friends and anyone who wanted to come eat fried chicken and get a book signed.
Thirty people came. To my mother's kitchen. They ate fried chicken (Mom made four batches) and cornbread and pecan pie and they brought books and I signed them at the table where I learned to cook.
I wrote personal messages in each one. 'For Mrs. Patterson, who babysat me when I was seven and always had cookies — thank you for the first kitchen that wasn't my mother's.' 'For Mr. Chen, Dad's Navy buddy, who survived three deployments and deserves every recipe in this book.' 'For Megan, who lives in a four-bedroom house in Arlington and still can't make fried chicken as good as Mom's — love, your sister.'
Megan read hers and punched my arm. 'My fried chicken is FINE.'
'Your fried chicken is fine, Meg. Mom's is perfect.'
'Accurate but hurtful.'
The kitchen signing. Thirty people in Mom's kitchen. The room where it started, full of people who knew the girl before the books, before the Marines, before the cooking became a career.
Dad stood in the corner and watched. He didn't sign anything. He didn't speak to many people. He stood and watched his daughter in his wife's kitchen, signing books about food that his wife taught her to make, and his eyes were the eyes of a man who is proud and full and doesn't have words for it.
'Good turnout,' he said.
Kevin Abernathy. Master of the understatement. The proudest quiet man in Norfolk.
Made nothing. Mom made everything. This was her kitchen. Her food. Her night.
The signing. The kitchen. The beginning.
Mom made four batches of fried chicken that night, and a pecan pie, and I didn’t make a single thing — but I’ve been thinking about pecans ever since. There’s something about that Southern sweetness, buttery and deep, that takes me right back to her kitchen table, the one where I learned what food is actually for. This Caramel Pecan Shortbread isn’t her pie, but it has the same soul — the kind of thing you make when you want to fill a room with people and give them something to hold onto.
Caramel Pecan Shortbread
Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 24 bars
Ingredients
- Shortbread Base:
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/2 cup powdered sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, cold and cubed
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- Caramel Pecan Topping:
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter
- 1 cup packed light brown sugar
- 1/4 cup heavy cream
- 2 tablespoons honey
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 2 cups pecan halves, roughly chopped
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Instructions
- Preheat & prep pan. Preheat oven to 350°F. Line a 9x13-inch baking pan with parchment paper, leaving an overhang on two sides for easy lifting.
- Make the shortbread base. In a food processor (or large bowl), combine flour, powdered sugar, and salt. Add cold butter and vanilla, pulsing (or cutting in with a pastry cutter) until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs and just begins to clump together.
- Press and bake the base. Press the shortbread mixture evenly into the prepared pan in a firm, compact layer. Bake for 18—20 minutes until the edges are just turning golden. Remove and set aside.
- Make the caramel. While the base bakes, melt butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add brown sugar, heavy cream, honey, and salt, stirring to combine. Bring to a gentle boil and cook, stirring frequently, for 3—4 minutes until slightly thickened.
- Add the pecans. Remove caramel from heat and stir in vanilla extract and chopped pecans until fully coated.
- Top and bake again. Pour the pecan caramel evenly over the warm shortbread base, spreading to the edges. Return to the oven and bake for 14—16 minutes until the caramel is bubbling and deeply golden.
- Cool completely. Allow the bars to cool fully in the pan on a wire rack, at least 1 hour, before lifting out and slicing. Cut into 24 bars with a sharp knife.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 240 | Protein: 2g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 23g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 55mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 497 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.