Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Pie Night

We take pie very seriously in my family.

In fact, you could call us pie connoisseurs.


We have been known to turn up our noses at frozen pies, apple pies made with the wrong apples, pre-made crusts, soupy pumpkin pies, and the occasional "weird" pie. (There's no need for weird pie.) I will almost always skip pie as a dessert option unless it's made by us. We have a thing about pie. Sorry, not sorry.

For as long as I can remember, the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving has always been Pie Night (capital letters needed). My mom makes pies from scratch, crust and all, and my sister and I have been helping since we were knee-high to a cricket (I've always wanted to say that). If there's anything you can count on, it's the fact that, wherever we are for Thanksgiving, we will be wrapped in aprons and covered in flour, rolling dough and coring apples. We've made pies in big kitchens, small kitchens, new kitchens, old kitchens. We've made them at our home and at other people's homes. Pie Night. It goes where we go.

This is one of our sacred family traditions, and, this year, I'm excited to say that we are having the inaugural Pie Night at my new house. My mom is coming down after she gets done at school today, and we will spend the evening mixing and measuring. I can't wait to find myself wrist-deep in pumpkin and sugar, standing in my kitchen, baking Thanksgiving pies with my mama. It wouldn't be a true Thanksgiving without it!

And, clearly, I can't wait for pie for breakfast tomorrow morning. Is there anything better than pie for breakfast?!?


blm said...

our family tradition is pie breakfast the morning after (usually straight out of the pan)!

Stephanie @ My Freckled Life said...

Knee high to a cricket. Oh Lord. I'm dying. I'm going to use that as many times as I can from now on.

Lindsay said...

Best. Phrase. Ever.