![]() A Kentucky Derby entertaining tradition is sometimes called Thoroughbred Pie. It includes chocolate, pecans and bourbon and is topped with either whipped cream or ice cream.
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Tucson, Arizona | Published: 05.03.2006
When I was a little girl growing up among Kentucky-minded family members, Derby Day was a chance to recall past glories.
Not just of the grand, shining racehorses — Seattle Slew and Secretariat, Citation and Whirlaway — that had become legends, and of the tiny, iron-muscled men who rode them, thunderfooted and straining to the finish line at Churchill Downs. But of the 1950s bluegrass culture, fading by then, that surrounded Derby Day in my grandparents' youth, back in Louisville.
They used to have such wonderful Derby parties then, my mom's mom would say as we watched the TV, waiting for the tall, fidgeting racehorses, their jockeys perched high in the stirrups, to be led from the barns. My grandfather and she were just a young couple then, and they'd have friends bring over their own steaks, and they'd grill the steaks and bake potatoes and sip martinis and mix juleps and, of course, place good-natured dollar-bill bets on their favorite horses.
I had this image of her, sparkling white-and-navy spectator pumps on her feet and a martini in one vibrantly nail-polished hand, suntanned and laughing with her friends and especially with her best friends, her sisters.
Each year, my grandparents and my aunt and my mom and I still schedule the first Saturday in May around the Kentucky Derby, watching our own TV sets in our own scattered homes, entranced by all the sunshine and green grass and beautiful horses and by the memories of what was.
It makes me think that, with one era past, it might be about time to begin another. I'm thinking of inviting over some friends, mixing up some juleps and making sure that on May 6, Derby Day isn't a memory, but the kind of party my Gram would be proud of.
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