‘Tis time to be thankful and eat pie. 🙂
Though some grow giddy at the mere thought of roast turkey with all the fixins’, for me, Thanksgiving has always been about pie.
Pumpkin pie, to be exact.
Maybe it’s because we only had it once a year. Though we dallied with apple, blueberry, banana cream, custard and pecan at other times, pumpkin pie was largely reserved for Thanksgiving.
To this day, one bite and I’m back in Hawai’i at one of our family potlucks — table laden not only with turkey, mashed potatoes & gravy, yams, several hot veggies, and fresh cranberry sauce, but also pineapple glazed ham, steamed rice, makizushi, pork and vegetable lo mein, at least two kinds of kimchi, a retro Jell-O salad, and a roast chicken for Grandma Yang, who did not like turkey.
Yes, we relished every savory mouthful of this lovingly prepared homemade spread, but I always knew, deep down, that the best was yet to come.
Here’s a delectable poem to whet your appetite.
WHEN THE PIE IS COOLING by Camille A. Balla I recall the first Thanksgiving I was designated to be the pumpkin-pie baker and for years thereafter; pies made with the excitement of family homecoming -- always making the dough from scratch. Today I call upon the Pillsbury boy to make and roll out the circle of dough which I place into the pan, then add the traditional filling with just the right amounts of cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. The November chill makes cozy the warmth from the oven as I await the sweet, spicy aroma, telling me when the pie is just about done. How satisfying it is to delight once again in this simple work of my hands. I think of the many hands along the way to my kitchen that made possible the baking of this pie: The grower of the pumpkin, the wheat farmer, the dairy farmer, the egg farmer, the hands that picked the sugar cane. The hands of workers in a cannery, of truckers who transport foods to the store, the hands of the people who shelve ingredients that come from here or far-off lands. Hands of people I never met yet all of them a part -- whether aware or not -- of this pumpkin pie now ready to be served at my Thanksgiving table.