There is absolutely nothing that screams out "Thanksgiving" to me quite like the smell of pumpkin pie. Sure, the sudden snow storm today helped some, plus the Christmas music playing on the radio. But pumpkin pie belongs to Thanksgiving. I remember going to my great aunt and uncle's house to eat way too much food, then miraculously have a little room for dessert. To my brothers and me, that dessert is singular to the experience.
Though it would seem that we were the only ones who noticed. When I asked if anyone was bringing pumpkin pie this year, I got a confused "no... why?" So of course I insisted on making not one, but two pies. And I must say, the smell is incredible. Halfway through the preparation, I started to have a lot of fun. I may be choosing to major in culinary, but I really do love baking too.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and I intend to spend it happily with my family (luckily we aren't one of those dysfunctional bickering families that gets together for the holidays for a brawl). I wish the same to each of you. Happy Thanksgiving!
