Saturday, October 6th, 2012
But see, in our open clearing, how golden the melon lies;
Enrich them with sweets and spices and give us the Pumpkin Pie.
Thanksgiving Weekend here in Canada and I have just popped the pumpkin pies into the oven!
My very favourite, - a pie that floods me with memories of my grandmother and the pies she kept in the cooler, down in the basement - along with the doughnuts and the cookies and all the other delicious baking that she magically produced from the small fold down baking table
in her tiny pantry.
I used to do pumpkin pies from scratch, - from growing the pumpkin to the choice of spices.
But now, alas, I rely on E.D. Smith and canned milk to make the filling. Nevertheless, they are declicious, and I made two so that I would have one left to use for Thanksgiving dinner and the other one to grace the dinner table until the big turkey feast.
Alas, I am cheating on the apple pies as well, and buying them from the fantastic supply of pies the ladies from the local assisted living complex make and offer at their pie sale. I say the ladies, but perhaps they lett the gentlemen pare the apples.
In our kitchen Charles manages the machine that runs around the apple, removing the skin, and he does it with great dexterity.
I smell the lovely fragrance and I hear the bell tinkle, - the one that tells me
it is time to check the oven.....
I will put on some nice music and save you a piece of pie if you come quickly!!!