Ms. American Pie

Today was the annual holiday
pie marathon at Casa Fry.
I made enough for
Thanksgiving and Christmas,
including some for
my son and niece to take
home after Thanksgiving dinner.

And for Heather, Jason,
Nita, and Jim
for taking such good care of Jaz.

Miss Martha, being a good girl,
watching mama work.

8 pumpkin, 4 apple, 1 pecan.

Mr. Fry is chomping at the bit,
but they are better if they set
for at least a day,
especially the pumpkin pies.

They are completely from scratch,
including pumpkin
that I cooked myself.

My grandmother taught me
to bake when I was a kid,
including bread and pie dough.

When my son was little,
he couldn't understand
how you got pumpkin pie
from jack-o-lanterns.

So I found an old cookbook
that told how to process fresh pumpkin,
and had a recipe for pumpkin pie
made from fresh pumpkin.
The consistency is a lot different
from canned pumpkin.

I created a monster.
He loves my pumpkin pie.
So does Mr. Fry.
And they know the difference between
store-bought and homemade crust.

Hence the annual pie marathon.

Peelings from 10# of apples
for Pokey and the Kid.

Scorch, gobbling as fast as he can.

Pokey, making a mess, as usual.

I am whupped from
being on my feet all day.

It's Corona time.

Bye-bye,
from Ms. American Pie.