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A family pie tradition Every fifteen years or so, Mom pulls a 1974 Good Housekeeping
article out of her hat and makes me read it. I wish I could share the
whole thing, but it's still under copyright, so I'll just sum it up with
the title and subtitle: "I
Remember, I Remember": My 97-year-old mother tells about Thanksgiving
when she was a girl --- cornmeal johnnycakes, five kinds of pie, turkey,
goose and capon, blueberry flummer. And all the family home.
 I think I can probably sneak in another little quote about pies without being sued: "The
pies that kept well --- apple, mince and cranberry --- had been made
--- all three dozen of them --- a month or so before and laid out on the
attic floor. All the women pitched in now to make squash and blueberry
pies...."
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In Eastern Europe corn (sweet corn) was always considered animal food.
My Mom could never bake a cake and have it come out right, but pies? Oh my! She was the pie lady! Apple, chocolate cream, and others, but for thanksgiving we clammared for chocolate cream pie! Once she was finishing up the pie and getting ready to put Ready Whip on it. She shook the can really hard and somehow pressed the side of the nozzle before turning the can upside down. Whoosh! Whipped cream on the ceiling!
Love thse stories, Anna and that pie looks great. We alwys have pumpkin and apple nd if my mom is with us, pecan. And maybe chocolate and lemon. Spending Thanksgiving in the hospital might not be my favorite thing, but we will have good stories to tell about it next year. Funny about the carrots. Hubby Steve is doing all the animal chores while I am here, and tonight, the goaties seemed to be missing all the attention they usually get. After he left the pen to close up shop at the chicken coop, he turned to find one of tje goats had worked the door open amd folowed him, as if to say, wait, you have not given us our nightly ear rubs with dinner! Of course this means we have to beef up our goatpen latch too, now.