Well, the Thanksgiving holidays are over. How were yours? You want to share, don’t you? Sure you do. To get it started let me tell you about mine. Since it would be a Battle of the Turkey to try to stuff some 8lb bird in my four pound oven, I gave up on that aspect of the celebration. But this year I decided to try for the first time to make a pumpkin pie.
Know that old adage too many cooks…you get the idea. I had three male wannabe pastry chef helpers. “I wanna do it.” “He stirred too long.” “Can I do that?” and leaving whatever he was measuring half done. Ds#2 and ds#3 (that’s darling son, for those who don’t know) gagged at the sight of the pumpkin, though they were quite happy to beat it into shape. Unfortunately, there was too much filling to fit in the Japanese pie pan, so the extra filling got baked as pudding.
That night, ds#2 and ds#3 decided they didn’t need to eat any and went to bed. Ds#1 had some of the pudding and said it was okay. Darling hubby (otherwise known as dh and the darling is certainly suspect, and you’ll see why) came home. He saw the pudding and said, I want some. Took a bite and practically spit it out. “Yuk. Tastes like medicine.” Ds#1 decides that the pumpkin taste is too strong and doesn’t want anymore. About an hour later, after ds#1 has gone to bed. DH tells me he needs to eat kimchee! Kimchee! That’s spicy Korean pickled cabbage. He needs to eat it to kill the taste of pumpkin. Visions of pie in face come to mind.
Day 2: I go to serve the pie. “Who wants some?” Yeah, you get the picture. Ds#1 bravely says he’ll have a sliver. So, I have this whole pie in front of me. Dh asks if I’m sure I didn’t make a mistake. “No, pumpkin pie tastes like this,” I say. “It tastes like medicine,” he says. “Are you sure you read the recipe right? I’ll buy you Japanese pumpkin pie so you can see how a really good pumpkin pie tastes.” I’m wondering if I can squeeze an adult male into that itty bitty oven.
Day 3: “You have to eat the pie,” dh says in the morning, after he wakes up. “I had some for breakfast,” I reply. “You sure?” he says. “Doesn’t look like you had much.” The Italian in me gives him the evil eye. Need to take more lessons from my mom. She really has it down.
Day 4: Ds#1 finally had a bit more, saving me from eating the whole damn pie myself. I like pumpkin pie–one slice, maybe two. But not the whole damn thing!
Next year, if I feel brave enough, maybe I’ll make pumpkin spice bread. But I think I’ll take the full year to think about it.
Here’s hoping your holidays were good ones. And for my Canadian and other international visitors, hope you had a good weekend!
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Yeah, sometimes you feel like sending men on a one-way trip to the moon, uh?
We don’t celebrate thanksgiving down here in Puerto Rico, although we get the day off. So mostly I spent it cleaning, and that night decorating for Yuletide. 
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Interesting Tempest that the holiday hasn’t managed to work it’s way into the PR calendar. Do you have an equivalent feast day or day of giving thanks?
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I made a dessert that I still have half the pan of. (Great sentence structure there, huh!) The problem is when a guest says they’ll bring a pie and then end up bringing TWO. Grr.
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ROLF! Poor you and the pie. I love pumpkin pie so anytime you have any left you can send it to me.
BTW – I finished my NaNo goal the other day.
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Well, Thanksgiving is in our calendar because it’s part of the major US holidays. So we get the day off. However, we don’t celebrate it as in eating turkey or anything. However, for us, it marks the starting of Christmas. So you see people doing major cleaning, painting the houses, and decorating for Christmas. The Christmas lights are on that night.
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LOL! That sounds like my German in-laws’ response to a lot of American desserts–not pumpkin pie, though–that they liked.
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It was pecan pie. My dessert was pumpkin! It’s in the trash already. If I kept it, I woulda eaten it!