...pecan pie, is not a simple comestible, but a bit of heaven, made edible! ~ of troy

Yeah...! But...the best slice of pecan pie I have had was the first, from a café in San Antonio, Texas, and it matched your description. I have been trying to repeat the experience ever since without quite succeeding, even in the same café.

Does this say something about how memory and palate are connected? Or are the poets right and first experiences always more memorable?