“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.