My daughter has been ready for pumpkin pie for at least a couple weeks. We hosted an (early) Thanksgiving last Sunday, so in preparation I let her mix up the pumpkin pie. My son helped make the crust. Then, together, my daughter and I crimped the edges. Her half and my half were noticeably different, but I secretly loved it. All but about 3 pieces of the pumpkin pie was eaten and we joked about how there might be a fight the following day over the remaining pumpkin pie.
The following day was the annual lady’s holiday get together at our church. The fellowship is the highlight of the evening, but food is at the top of the list too! I had made some mini muffin cheesecakes, tortilla roll-ups and a salad to take. The mini-cheesecakes were in two different dishes, one of which was a pie dish (this matters… stick with me).
After a busy afternoon, I got myself ready for the party and headed out the door, grabbing four dishes from the refrigerator. My mother-in-law and I each carried two dishes into the church, set them on the table, but left them covered until it was time to eat.
Fast forward through a delicious meal and a fun game of Dirty Santa to the post party clean up. I gathered my dishes (so I thought). A few of us started visiting nearby the food table and I notice a pumpkin pie in a dish just like one I have at home, still sitting on the table. It was one of only 4 or 5 dishes still sitting on the table.
I ask, “Does anyone know who’s pie this is?”.
No one knew and no one claimed it.
Then someone said, “Well I uncovered it, but it wasn’t a full pie, there were some pieces missing.”
I do quickly a head count on my 4 dishes and there are only 3 in my pile and I realized that the pie dish didn’t just look like mine, it WAS my pie dish!
Through some laughter I manage to take ownership of the pie, “Oh my goodness! That’s my pie! I grabbed the wrong pie plate from the refrigerator!”
I may have taken a partially eaten . . . let’s make that two-thirds eaten pie to the potluck Christmas party, but I can name a couple blessings that came from it.
1) It gave about a dozen ladies (including myself) a real good belly laugh. Who doesn’t like to laugh!
2) My husband, brother-in-law and the kids didn’t have to fight over who got the rest of the pumpkin pie because they couldn’t find it!
Happy Thanksgiving you all!
This isn’t a picture of my pie, however I sure wish I had snapped a picture of it because of all the memories it made!