Tuesday, October 23, 2012
In 1969 it was my first Thanksgiving as a newlywed and I was determined to cook a Thanksgiving feast for my new husband even though my culinary skills were lacking and to date I had only recently mastered grilled cheese sandwiches. But that wasn’t going to discourage my optimism and the first thing I decided to make was a pumpkin pie from scratch.
So the first thing I did was go to the store and pick out 3 stately looking pumpkins and brought them home. I had already prepared 3 pie crusts and though they were a little burned around the edges they looked almost edible.
Next I cut one of the pumpkins in half but to my dismay I found I had a defective pumpkin. So I opened the second pumpkin only to find it was also defective. After opening all 3 pumpkins and finding them all to be flawed I went back to the store to get more and to make the store management aware of their produce issue.
When the helpful checker asked what was wrong with the previous pumpkins I advised her that upon opening none of the pumpkins contained pie filling just strings and seeds!