Recently we attended a funeral of a friend’s Mother who was 91 years old when she passed away. When we walked into the funeral home and picked up a program to our surprise next to the programs were a small stack of pumpkin pie recipes. The recipe belonged to the deceased and was entitled
I thought….well how neat is this. This must be a treasured family recipe. Later we found out that it was. I thought to myself maybe I should try making this pumpkin pie recipe for Thanksgiving this year.
As the funeral proceeded our friend gave some wonderful insights to her beloved mother as she spoke. She referred to the recipe for pumpkin pie that everyone had picked up with the program and said that all of her life (and she is now in her late 50’s) she thought this recipe was her mother’s original. Well to her surprise she learned it was the recipe on the back of the pumpkin can. We all had a good chuckle. I think it is just a delightful story. I’ve put the picture of the recipe above. It’s a little blurry but if you can’t make it out clearly enough then just look on the back of the Libby’s pumpkin can and you’ll have it (smile.)
This pumpkin pie photo is from Taste of Home and you can learn how to make the pastry leaves on Taste of Homes’ website. (tasteofhome.com)
Also I’m including an email I received from a friend today. You may have read it before but it really struck my funny bone. When I was a young mother I could relate. I wanted to share it with you today also.
Martha Stewart won’t be coming for Thanksgiving this Year
For those of you who are coming to our place for Thanksgiving dinner- Martha Stewart is not going to be here! I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes: Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.
Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea. The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.
Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.
We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hot line. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a. m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.
As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen Turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like. In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room. Next door.
Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread. Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this year. She probably won't come next year either. I am thankful.
Be sure to come back tomorrow when I give a tutorial on THE cutest Turkey Shaped Rolls. Your family will love these for Thanksgiving. And the big bonus is that they are as delicious as they are cute!
Thanks for joining me today .