“I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.” — Robert Brault
(Ol’ Bob seems to be a bit of an internet enigma. We know he’s an author. But there are very few pictures of the man. No bio, and no obvious social media presence. I guess that’s the way he likes it . . . uh huh, uh huh! But, personally, I have not had his problem. I always have room for pumpkin pie. I might have to wait about a half hour following Thanksgiving dinner these days, but it was never a problem when I was younger! The last few years I’ve been buying pumpkin pie weeks before Thanksgiving. And, hopefully, I’ll be buying – and eating – them for the next few weeks too. The best thing about it is I’m the only one in my house who likes it! But, I do behave myself. Just one slice a day. Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
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I could pack away several Thanksgiving dinners every day for a day when I was young. But when I see all that food now, just looking at it makes me feel tired.
It used to be that our eyes were bigger than our stomachs! We’d want more than we should want, and we’d find a way to pack it in. But, as we got older our eyes kind of caught up with our stomachs, and we know that we can’t eat that way anymore. — YUR
Our family does the dishes and starts the delightful tradition of a family poker game. (We used to be such a large group, we had to split into two tables). About an hour into the game, we smell the coffee. “Anybody ready for pie?”We eat our pumpkin pie in various ways, “just a sliver, lots of whipped cream”, “a regular, a spoon of whipped cream”, “I will take mine plain”
We serve it, eat it, load dishwasher, and play until after midnight, when Uncle Frank is either out of dollars, or he is a head by 2 ir 3 dollars.
A good Thanksgiving is to play penny ante, dime raise, 2 limit, poker and “win” 3 bucks. The. “Pot” comes out right to the penny. Babies born into the family are laid out on the living room floor so he or she doesn’t fall. Sofa pillows for rolling. A peep comes and all yhe aunts and grandmas are up. The child learns to sleep soundly to the sounds of a family truly in love with one another.
Now THAT is a pumpkin pie true story.
Sadly, the elders have gone on to pumpkin pie in the sky. When we smell the coffee, it is Grammy’s voice, “Just a sliver for me”.
LOVE it, Nancy! — YUR
Great story, unc.
You should write a book with more anecdotes like that.
CORRECTION:
Great story, Nancy.
You should write a book with more anecdotes like that.