T-Day Memory

In the house that I grew up in, the night before Thanksgiving was the night that my mother would bake pies for the next day’s feast. Each year there were usually other family members that would either join us for dinner or would come by afterwards for dessert, coffee and or after dinner cocktails. So, it seemed to me that there were enough pies made to stock a pastry shop. She would usually bake about 3 pumpkin pies, 2 apple and one mincemeat. The mincemeat pie was definitely not one that either my siblings or myself were interested in.





One Thanksgiving morning when we were still very young, my mother made a special deal with us, if we would stay out of the kitchen the entire day, we could each have a slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream as a special Thanksgiving Day breakfast treat – but – it would be the only day of the year when we could have pie for breakfast, we could only have one piece each and we had to stay out if the kitchen all day.


Her idea worked like magic. The thought of having pumpkin pie for breakfast with whipped cream while watching the never-ending Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was too much to deny. We had the pie, watched the parade and stayed out of the kitchen. We ended up repeating the same Thanksgiving Day ritual for years. In fact, even though those days are light years away now, guess what I’m having for breakfast this morning? Happy Thanksgiving all!