Pumpkin pies are very big in this family, especially the tales of Char and I having pumpkin pie fights and our kids demanding to have their own fight, the year that we baked 9 little pumpkin pies and let the kids throw them at each other.
This year we are having a quiet Thanksgiving, with just the four of us having dinner. Ned is cooking the dinner, but asked if I'd make a pumpkin pie. I've been doing some stuff in the kitchen this past week and though my legs are still very weak, I have been able to make my own breakfasts for the past few days and I thought I could handle pie.
I have been having trouble with pie crust for years and I haven't figured out why. I love pie crust and have made great crusts. In fact, Jeri uses my recipe herself and is so pleased with it. But several years ago, I just couldn't do it right. I can make it, but I can't roll it out, no matter what tricks I try. I can get a pie out of the dough I prepare, but I know it's not right and it frustrates me.
For some reason today I made the best crust I have made in many years and I am so pleased. My legs ached when I finished, but it's all in the refrigerator now. Marta is going to make ambrosia and I will make stuffing for the turkey and then we will sit and have dinner, like we do every other night. But I am so thankful to have Ned and Marta living here.
And I am so grateful that my pie turned out OK!
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The pie looks delicious! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I am thankful for you and have enjoyed reading your posts daily for many years. Seems like a visit from an old friend every morning.
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