"T" Is For Thanksgiving

In the time-honored tradition of Thanksgiving Eve, I baked a pie tonight. Blackberry, to be specific.

As my fourth-born and I defrosted the berries, sweetened and thickened the juices, rolled out the crust, and put the whole glorious shebang together, I thought of my mother, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and all the ancients before them who busied themselves on Thanksgiving Eves through the ages to ensure there was plenty to eat on the big day.

I also mused about the legions of cooks and bakers across my country tonight who are most certainly baking their own pies tonight, in myriad flavors: 

Pumpkin

Apple

Blueberry

Mincemeat

Pecan

Cherry

Rhubarb

and maybe even a Hot Fudge Peanut Butter Pie or two. Which is what my first-born made during her evening pie session. And my third-born made one as well for her Thanksgiving feast today in Vietnam.

Across time and space, unimaginable numbers of people invest their work, time, effort and expense toward a single meal in which we attempt to acknowledge and celebrate the abundant blessings in our lives.

Seems like a fine reason to bake a pie, don't you think?

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Care for some more Thanksgiving stories?

Festive Garlands: Part One

Pumpkins, Acorns, And A Leaf
Teaching My Own: Talking Turkey
I Will Be Thankful When It's Done
Giving Thanks For Thanksgiving
Giving Thanks For Sly And Soul Train
My Thanksgiving Feast
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Thanksgiving
Thankful For The Forest
Thanksgiving Dinner
Looking Up: Thanksgiving Edition

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I like to write stories about pies. If you like to read stories about pies, try these:

My Love Letter To The Kelantanese

I Will Bake You A Pie

Universally Speaking

Now That's A Pizza Pie!

Heavenly Peach Pie

Sweet Success

My Thanksgiving Feast
Coal Miner's Daughter
More Than Ever
Leftover Pie Dough