Pass the Pumpkin Pie, please...

Friday, November 23, 2007
The day after Thanksgiving Day. A few hours spent yesterday on Thanksgiving with The Little Princess, her Mommy, Daddy, my sister, her husband and my husband. It was a good day. A good meal, and fun fellowship. A time to watch The Little Princess try out new table food, such as cranberry sauce…umm didn’t like it too much. Must have been too tart for her little developing taste buds. She liked the turkey, but,that’s not really a new food for her. Grandmomma’s dressing wasn’t too tasty to her either. There was no special seasoning, so I can’t imagine what caused the dislike of my dressing. Oh well, maybe another year. She loved the sweet potato casserole; she’s accustomed to eating plain sweet potatoes, so that was no big surprise, either. Green bean casserole was accepted as just that…acceptable. Macaroni and cheese, nothing new to her either. Don’t know if she had a chance to eat any of the yummy Pineapple Casserole, but everybody else liked it. The bowl was almost clean when it was removed from the table. Mommy may have deemed that too sweet considering all we had. Well, the rest of us enjoyed all of the food from the looks of our plates. And we still had plenty to divide among us so that we all got at least another meal from it. Very good indeed.

We let the lunch settle a bit while Mommy and Daddy worked on packing their clothes for the trip to The Litte Princesses’ Great Granny’s house not far from an adjoining state. They were hoping to get on the road before The Little Princess had to take her afternoon nap because she had only slept 37 minutes to be exact in the morning. Mommy counts minutes, exactly, when it comes to naptime or lack thereof.

Then it was time for the Pumpkin Pie. A dessert that my kids wouldn’t have considering it Thanksgiving had we not had it each year. That and my homemade cornbread dressing. Sorry sweet Little Princess, you didn’t like my dressing. We’ll work on that.

As for the Pumpkin Pie, Granddaddy offered The Little Princess just a tiny smidgeon of his pie before he started eating his own. She wanted more…then more…then more… until Granddaddy had very little left on his plate. The Little Princess must have remembered the Pumpkin Patch we went to earlier. Now she knows how they good they taste.

How can you love spicy Pumpkin Pie and despise good ole cranberry sauce and that scrumptious cornbread dressing so much? I’m beginning to wonder who this child belongs to. Was she swapped at the hospital? I suppose half a battle won is better than a full loss, or maybe that’s a third of the battle won….Just keep passing that pumpkin pie!