More of a Fall pie.

“What kind of pie should I make for Easter dinner?” Laura asked a couple of years ago.

“Pumpkin,” I replied.

“I’m not going to make pumpkin pie for Easter,” she responded.

“Hey,” I said, “you asked, I answered.”

“Pumpkin is more of a Fall pie,” she said, and proceeded to make a not-pumpkin pie.

My in-laws love me, though. Perhaps almost as much as I love the pie of the pumpkin. That occasion aside, my mother-in-law has made sure that empanada de la calabaza is on the dessert menu at every third family gathering or so, regardless of season. Last Sunday, when we gathered for some late Mother’s Day and birthday celebrations, my grandmother-in-law gave me two pumpkin pies.

I had pumpkin pie for breakfast this morning. Just a little wedge of gourdly heaven before work.

11 thoughts on “More of a Fall pie.”

  1. Mmmm, pie.

    Haven’t had a really good pumpkin pie regardless of season in many a moon. Nor a good strawberry-rhubarb.

    I can’t remember the last time I had a piece of any kind of exemplary pie.

    I’ve had pie.

    Dammit.

  2. Anyone that says when you can and can’t eat specific foods is placing tradition above their taste buds. I’m in the pumpkin pie at any time camp.

    Coincidentally, I had a nice strawberry rhubarb cobbler just two nights ago and it was quite delicious. I have no idea whether or not it was served in the proper season.

  3. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
    # Miscellaneous G Says:
    May 19th, 2005 at 5:19 pm

    Anyone that says when you can and can’t eat specific foods is placing tradition above their taste buds. I’m in the pumpkin pie at any time camp.
    >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

    Yes, well…we know about you though, don’t we?

    >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
    Coincidentally, I had a nice strawberry rhubarb cobbler just two nights ago and it was quite delicious. I have no idea whether or not it was served in the proper season.
    >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

    strawberry rhubarb is correct at any time of the year. Although the strawberries may be somewhat suspect.

  4. NonononononoNO! Truth is, pumpkins should NEVER be used for pie! Who’s idea was that, anyway? Pumpkins are to be carved. Or blown up. The seeds can be mildy tolerated if properly baked and lightly salted. That’s about it.

    There is NO correct season for pumpkin pie. NO correct time for pumpkin pie. NO correct location/era/holiday/excuse for pumpkin pie.

    Pumpkin is a WEED.

    Even ‘boring apple pie’ has its place. Not true for pumpkin.

    Bring on the rhubarb!

  5. “Truth is, pumpkins should NEVER be used for pie!”

    ‘Round here, them’s fightin’ words, brother. As it’s clear the southern heat has fried your brain, I’ll let them pass. This time.

  6. Although there are arguably much better pies than pumpkin (Strawberry-rhubarb, rhubarb, raspberry, mixed berry, blueberry-no cinnamon, cherry, key-lime, strawberry, blackberry, banana cream, chocolate silk and even some ‘boring apple’), on occasion the broodlings and I will enjoy pumpkin pie with whipped topping.

    My Favorite Canadian attempted to make pumpkin pie out of a non-pie pumpkin. Tasted somewhat like pumpkin pie but had the consistency of wet hay.

    She would like to add “I like running them over with the car”. Expensive, yet fun.

  7. Negative, but it was sizeable.

    It was late October and My Favorite Canadian and a friend were boogyin’ down the freeway when a miscreant rolled the offending gourd down an embankment.

    It wasn’t tall enough to decorate above the bumper of an 89 Taurus, but it took out near everything in it’s path from the bottom of the actual bumper to the frame. The airdam shattered, the bumper cover split and the bottom of the radiator was pushed back far enough to snap the mounts.

    When MFC called the insurance company the following morning she was put on hold after explaining our situation. It turns out the receptionist was laughing so hard she was crying. I wonder how hard they were laughing at the repair bill. In the neighborhood of $1200, as I recall.

    Sure, it’s funny now.

    OK, it was funny then too.

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