Avocado Pie

There was a distinct scoff.  Even over a text.  "Gross," my sister texted back.  I had just told her I was going to make something called Avocado Pie and I was really exciting about the prospect.  I love avocados.  Actually, that is a bit of an understatement.  If I could I would sit on a deserted beach in a lounge chair with a bag of salty chips and a freshly sliced avocado-- I would sit there and dip and chomp until the sun scorched my body and my skin peeled away.
I thought Avocado Pie sounded delicious.
"It's sweet not savory, I think it sounds really good!"
She was not convinced.

I brought it home for my parents, my step grandma and my brother.  My mom guessed right away what it was (a little disturbing) and I had to tell her and my stepgrandma to keep its true identity quiet.  There is no way on this green earth that my brother or my step dad would eat anything as revolting sounding at Avocado Pie.  I can see my brother putting up his hand in my face and quickly waving it as if to say goodbye, his eyes closed tight and I swear, his brain completing melting.  It would go to waste if they knew what it actually was.

I've been caught before with these two.  Once I made squash fritters and told them they were potato pancakes.  They ate them and even told me they liked them.  I was found out later by another who was in on the secret in the hopes he was going to teach my brother and step dad a lesson.  No such luck.  They both insisted they really didn't like the fritters as much as they had said and would never touch them again.  I have not been able to live that one down and I now am always given the third degree when I make something and am reminded of the one time I swindled them into eating a vegetable that was not "french fries."

I told both my brother and my step dad that it was "kinda like key lime pie..." and they seemed to buy it.  With the lemon and lime juices in the pie, it wasn't too far off.  I was just happy that they both ate their pieces and said they liked it.  The avocado taste is very subtle, it tastes a lot like a lemon/lime cheesecake.

Anyway... Here's hoping we can keep this one secret :)


A few items that came up:
1. I used a low-fat cream cheese which I think is not actually cream cheese.  When the recipe says that the batter should be getting fluffy, I noticed that mine never did.  I wasn't exactly sure what was going on soI persevered.  What I'm saying is...don't be fat stingy...just use the regular cream cheese.
2. I went ahead and used a store bought graham cracker crust.  I bought a chocolate one to further intice my brother and step dad.
3. My pie NEVER set.  Long after four hours in the fridge, it was still as watery as my fat ass cat's belly.  It took a little while to come up with a solution and I considered throwing it out.  I decided it would become a frozen pie.  It worked.  I think it gave it an extra something...very summery.  Next time I am going to get some chocolate shavings to put on the top to make it look prettier.
4. I know it sounds like a wierdo pie you would see at some 4H bake sale in the south, but its good!  Try it!