The store a few blocks from where I work sells organic produce and homemade baked goods. Every Thanksgiving there are several chemical free, homemade, personal sized pumpkin pies for sale that usually get snatched up quickly. So I keep an eye out for them the week before turkey day. Finally I am rewarded on Friday, but it was a close call. The last pie was being thoroughly examined and pondered over by a woman next to me. She’d never seen these cute little 4 inch pies before. She made a good decision and set it back on the shelf. In the blink of an eye, it was mine.
What is Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie?
My Mom used to make them from scratch, the poor soul. We’d carve up the pumpkins and she’d do the rest from the goop we scooped out. It was a happy day when canned pumpkin pie filling arrived in the stores.
I’m not that interested in cooking, as I watched my Mother slave in the kitchen day after day to feed us, and then clean up afterwards. But I do want to eat healthy so I eat mostly raw fruit and veggies. I am ever watchful for chemicals in my food. There is absolutely nothing natural about natural flavour. I see this little phrase appearing more frequently in more types of food.
However, every once in a while I have a chemical day and indulge in cheesies.
My little pumpkin pie pales in comparison to my Mothers gigantic ones (and she made several), but it reminds me of home, my childhood and all that was right in the world.
It makes me grateful, and thankful for the good and nutritious and the bad and fun. For my family, friends, my little life and Sam my cat.
Happy Thanksgiving. May you have as many blessed memories as I do.