So mom calls and says that we’re doing Thanksgiving with the usual people at the usual house and the usual folks are bringing the usual stuff so… that means that Maribou and I are in charge of the pies and bringing a bottle of Beaujolais.
I’m pretty much thinking “okay, no biggie” when I realize that, HOLY COW, THANKSGIVING IS NEXT WEEK.
So, this weekend, we’re going to the little local place in the hopes that they’re making pies this year (they didn’t last year). They do this thing where they sprinkle coarse sugar on the pie crust for their fruit pies before adding the filling and baking the pie and that makes them absolutely crackle with the first bite.
My favorite, however, is their Pumpkin Pie. Pumpkin is the perfect pie, if you ask me. Seasonal, so you get to come back to it every year, rich, all kinds of sweet and spicy and with a little bit of salty bitter. Mmmmm. And then it goes away, like a tourist at the end of the season, and you wait anxiously until next year when you see him or her walking up the boardwalk grinning like they never went anywhere. Oh, you. Come here.
(We’ll probably also order a Strawberry Rhubarb and a No-Sugar-Added Apple pie. Because, hey. Thanksgiving.)
AUGH AND THEN WE’LL HAVE TO START THINKING ABOUT PRESENTS AUGH
So… what’s on your docket?