Pie Redux
2006 November 26
I only eat Thanksgiving dinner to get to the pie. I love pie. We were back home earlier than expected, so I made pumpkin pie.
Helena took the scraps of pastry and made her first pie:
Don’t, however, be lulled by pie into thinking today was calm happy day. Today was pretty much in the same vein as the rest of the weekend, some of which was so crappy that I’m not yet up to writing about it. Today’s highlights included Daniel finding his iceskates and skating on the wood floor. He also took chalk and wrote Police Limit on every step on the block. Which meant he spent the next half hour with a scrub brush and a pan of water, cleaning every step on the block. And that’s not the half of it.
Bedtime first (theirs). Then whiskey (mine).
I had one of “those” days, too. Isn’t it a pity that pie can’t make the world right? Ahhh, pie.
OK. I give in. What’s pumpkin pie? Sweet or savoury?
R
Alto 2 – at least pie helps a little
Richard: Sweet, spicy and so very good. And now on the menu of the next dinner party we manage to have together. This summer maybe?
Glad you stopped by–yeah for the randomizer! I loved your excerpt from your father’s Thanksgiving prayer. Tell him he’s invited to my house next Thanksgiving…..browsing through your recent posts I tripped, stumbled,fell over the phrase ‘worn out from the mysterious minefield of human interactions’.Daniel has a kindred spirit at my house…..
Girl, I understand. Have a swig for me.
Holidays test us don’t they? Everything AND the wood floor is stressed by all this cheer.