Meanwhile...back in Kansas, most of my extended family gathered for Thanksgiving at my sister and brother-in-laws' lake home. My sister loves to entertain, and because she suffers from an acute form of grandiosity, nothing is done unless it is done in excess. Moderation isn't even on her radar screen. And that explains why there were seven pies (who was responsible for sneaking in those cupcakes, by the way) for about sixteen people.
But there's more to the story. Jayne decreed that admittance to Thanksgiving dinner was a pie. Salads and side dishes were optional...just bring the pie! My single brother Patrick even complied with the directive by baking two pumpkin pies...although I understand he ate one before he arrived for Thanksgiving dinner. And that brings us to the crux of the matter. My family absolutely LOVES our homemade pies, and we're not always good about sharing. It's really kind of sad to watch a normally polite and generous group of people turn on each other over a piece of strawberry rhubarb. It's dog eat dog. On other occasions, we've been known to "mistakenly" leave one pie at home when attending a family gathering. "Oh! Did you want me to bring both my pies?" And don't even bother with that old line, "Could I please just have a small bite of that last piece of peach pie? I want to know how it tastes." You'll likely be met with an icy expression and the protective posture of a raised fork.
Note to reader: My family tell stories on each other in good fun, and we're not adverse to embellishing the stories just a bit for effect. In other words, the contents of this post may have been slightly exaggerated...or maybe not. But I'm planning to take a homemade pie to our Christmas gathering, just in case. ;)
They all look great! How do you ever choose?
ReplyDeleteThey are great. As for choosing, sometimes it's a matter of taking what's left!
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