In our family, holiday feasts always end with pumpkin pie. I don’t know when or how it became a tradition, but I can tell you in my family pumpkin pies are taken very seriously. Perhaps it was because my mother made pies that won purple ribbons at the County Fair.
Anyway, I remember one Thanksgiving when we had dealt with most of the bird, lots of dressing (and actual stuffing in those days), and the many side dishes that make a holiday feast wonderful. It was time for what everyone had really been waiting for all day–the pumpkin pies. There was a sense of anticipation amidst all the noisy hubbub of relatives who hadn’t seen each other for months. Continue Reading