Creamy and custardy, this no-bake, Southern-inspired, rum-spiked cream pie is a surefire winner

Lost Bay Regatta is a local, multi-class sailing regatta held the first Saturday in October on Perdido Bay, the dividing line between Alabama and Florida. Now in its 36th year, it is hosted by The Point Yacht Club, located only a short bike ride away from where I live, and is one of the more popular and well-attended races in our area. 

Lost Bay is a one day, single race regatta for mono-hull sailboats of at least twenty feet with both spinnaker and non-spinnaker divisions. It is a much anticipated race among local and regional sailors, in part because of where it falls on the calendar. It is near the end of racing season, so hopes and expectations are high to take home some silver, especially if placing has been otherwise elusive throughout the year. And, it is one of the last opportunities to finally beat that pompous, oftentimes unsportsmanlike, fellow sailor in your class. 

I am not a sailor, unless you count the handful of times I have been onboard a fairly large and very stable catamaran (not a mono-hull), slowly moving through calm water on a beautiful day while enjoying a cocktail. I’ve never even been out on a racing sailboat, not even my husband’s Melges 24 on a non-race day . . . though I did climb aboard it once when it was in the garage.

I am what you call adrenaline-averse. Just the chaos at the start of a sailboat race is enough to keep me a spectator. Imagine being among a whole fleet of boats crowded together, each jockeying for the same place on the starting line at the same time. There is a lot of yelling, whether directed toward those on other boats, who clearly do not know right-of-way rules, or loudly expressing (which sounds a lot like yelling) to your own crew what needs to be done right now. My nerves would be shot before the race ever began. 

I am married to a sailor — a competitive one — but aside from providing moral support and being a fun date to the after party, my biggest contribution on race weekends is what I create in the kitchen. Rather than participate in the madness of a race, I prefer the calm of my paddle board or a chair on the end of our dock, where I can watch in peace as the boats sail out. Like majestic swans, they cross in front of the house on their way to Perdido Bay. But once they are around the point and I can no longer see them, my day on the water comes to an end. They make their way to the start just north of Innerarity Point; I make my way back to the porch.  

As the race day concludes, I do not know if there will be champagne corks popping in celebration or egos that will need soothing from disappointment, but I rely on this pie to be just the thing for either scenario or any imaginable one in between for that matter. As much as I am not a sailor, I do understand the power of fresh whipped cream . . . and rum.  

Regatta Cream Pie is a version of a rum cream pie with a crisp chocolate cookie crumb crust. It has a heavy hit of dark rum, which my sailors appreciate regardless of how well they performed on the water. It is creamy and custardy — the sweetness just right — and it has become standard fare at my house for Lost Bay weekend.  

I adore this boozy, easy to make, no-bake, yet ultra-fancy tasting dessert. There is a subtle hint of eggnog flavor, but it is the chocolate and rum pairing that sets this pie above the bar for me.

Whatever your occasion, and anytime during the year, there is no going wrong with a Regatta Cream Pie.