Its easy to get off track with these kinds of stories, but back to Mexico. So when Thanksgiving rolled around in our new, hot, sticky casa, we were so homesick and depressed. We were all the way down in the Yucatan and let me tell you something, they have NO pumpkins down there. Or turkey. Well, you could probably sell a child and find a pretty decent turkey. Even though there were 9 of us girls and 1 very annoying little brother, we knew we would not be forgiven if we sold our family's only male heir. So we bought a scrawny little chicken. My older sister bought some green little gourd/squash looking things to try to make a pumpkin pie. I didn't even want to TRY it. I knew it wouldn't even begin to touch the wonderfulness of a pumpkin pie back in our "real" home. But hunger will make you do crazy things. I tried it. Bless her soul, she made it taste like home in that green, humid, foreign jungle. Ever since then I have appreciated pumpkin pie like a fat kid loves cake....and everything else. I love pumpkin pie and everything it stands for. Thanksgiving is coming y'all.......





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Your pie is gorgeous!! Yum! Happy fall!!
ReplyDeleteLove this story!! I bet you make one mean pumpkin pie! I feel like an idiot... I missed your birthday?!!! I promise to make it up to you!
ReplyDeleteLet's get together soon!
Love, Des
I love this story... epic is the best word. Where in Tennessee? Your photos are beautiful :)
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