Even though the dishwasher is running for the umpteenth time and humming sounds are drifting down from the laundry room, I can hear Meg rummaging in the kitchen.
There are no dogs vying for attention. They are napping. Me too, soon. No meals to prepare. Instead it is rummage and forage for yourself. It’s the Sunday after. After the bounty of good food, family and fellowship. Games, movies and an outdoor fire with marshmallows. Chapped tiny hands and sweet hugs.
Later after my nap I will miss them all. Truth be told, I miss them just about all the time. Jim and I often remark on how blessed we are to not only love our family but to really like them too.
Evidently I am a reformed Pie Tyrant. I had no idea. I make everyone wait to eat pie after the savory groaning table meal. Imagine that! Pie afer the meals as dessert.
Rob wanted to break the pie tyranny. I asked him if he recalled what tyranny really was. Rob told me yes and that I was a pie tyrant!
And he says his sisters are dramatic!
There they sat on the buffet, the pies. Two of each. Apple and pecan. Nancy brought the pumpkins later.
This year Jessica made the pies.
It now has a place in our Thanksgiving menu!
Her special touch when making the warmed syrupy sauce using traditional spice flavors. Once we make it a few times the dish is called by the event name or a person’s name who made it for us like my great aunt Ti Ti’s peanut brittle. It’s a nice way to remember good times and good people. Making a little family history through food is memory book of its own. Plus we have my mom’s apple pie recipe called, you guessed it, Mom’s Apple Pie in our family recipe box already. Both are especially yummy!
It is amazing how adding a year to young teens’ lives means more sleep. Amy and Meg were no shows this Thanksgiving Day until later. They ready to join the rebellion. Pies go in the oven first. Then the turkey.
They were beautiful pies. They were yummy pies.
They were half gone by midmorning snack time.
This pie tyrant broke under the pressure. For this year.
And that was the “let the eating begin” opening act. We had a spiral ham with hot rolls for lunch. Fresh veggies and dip. And all before the main attraction.
A break with tradition can be good from time to time.
It was a glorious day.
What breaks in traditions have you made for your Thanksgiving Day?
- 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
- ½ cup unsalted butter
- 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- ½ cup white sugar
- 1 teas cinnamon
- ¼ teas ground cloves
- ¼ teas nutmeg
- ½ cup packed brown sugar
- ¼ cup water
- 8 Granny Smith (or pther firm) apples - peeled, cored and sliced
- Melt butter in a sauce pan.
- Stir in flour to form a paste.
- Add white sugar, brown sugar and water; bring to a boil.
- Reduce temperature, and simmer 5 minutes.
- Meanwhile, place the bottom crust in your pan.
- Fill with apples, mounded slightly.
- Cover with a lattice work crust.
- Gently pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust.
- Pour slowly so that it does not run off
- Bake 15 minutes at 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C), and continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes.