“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”

Last night was downright cold. When I went out earlier this morning, it was 57˚. The sun is wending its way to winter. Soon it will give us just light, not warmth, and that light is less and less and shorter and shorter each day. Before long the mornings will be dark and the nights will come early.

The leaves still wear their summer colors, but mums are front and center in all the farm stands and garden shops. The bright colors of summer flowers have been replaced by the muted colors of fall. I figure it is nature’s way of getting us ready for winter with its drab, colorless days. It is no wonder Christmas is always welcomed as a respite. Its colorful lights and red poinsettias light up even the darkest days.

I never really learned to cook until I was in my twenty’s. I just wasn’t interested. My mother made basic meals, nothing fancy, because that’s what we ate, and they were my father’s favorites. Give him mashed potatoes, red meat and canned asparagus for dinner and he’d be a happy man. The funny thing was if he didn’t see you adding different ingredients he never noticed the taste. According to him, garlic was limited to shrimp scampi, but the man ate a lot of garlic. He just didn’t know it.

My first foray into baking was in Ghana where I made sugar cookies at Christmas time. They were delicious, and I was amazed. I couldn’t believe I could actually make cookies. They were Christmas shapes with different colored sprinkles, compliments of my mother. I also made some pies. Even the crust was delicious. I never tried my hand at main dishes as there were few choices, especially for vegetables. My evening meals were sort of boring. It wasn’t until I got home that I tried cooking whole meals. One of my first triumphs was chicken Kiev. When the butter spurted as it was supposed to, I expected loud cheers and clapping at such an accomplishment. It didn’t happen, but I wasn’t deterred. I made my Indian curry for a crowd, and they all seconds. I made Chinese food and Greek food. I took my friends on a culinary trip around the world. I found out I could make almost anything taste good. I knew how Rocky felt standing triumphant on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum as I felt the same way. I just didn’t wear a watch cap and sweats.

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4 Comments on ““We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    It turns so fast here now and it won’t be long until I drive to work in darkness. The leafs have turned colors or fallen off and I can see Orion’s belt every night now. Nights are mostly cold, down to 35F but still no frost surprisingly enough.

    I started to cook earely and to be honest, it was easy to make better food than my mother did 🙂 She is happy as long as she can cover everything with ketchup, even pancakes which I think is disgusting 🙂

    I’ll so be off to have some apple pie with custard 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I hated leaving for work in the dark and getting home in the dark. I felt like a mole.

      Today stayed cold. I had to put socks on my feet and wear a sweatshirt. I guess we’ll have a warm day later this week but tonight will be in the 50’s, not as cold as you but cold enough.

      I think it’s disgusting as well. I even hate it when people put ketchup on eggs. The only time I ever use it might be on French fries but usually I use mayonnaise for them.

      Enjoy your apple pie and your birthday!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I don’t think of Autumn has having muted colors until near the end of it. It’s all bright reds, oranges and yellows. I live in the land of sugar maples and red maples and staghorn sumac. All very bright until the very end.
    Somewhere I read a line in a book that said the early colonists viewed our flaming autumns with deep suspicion. It wasn’t just because English autumns are comparatively muted. It was because the bright colors reminded them of the painted indigenous peoples that lurked in the forests waiting to attack. I doubt that was actually the case but it was an interesting comment to ponder.

    Pie has eluded me. I made one successful one. I had to use butter in the crust because it was all I had. The crust was wonderful. The inside was mincemeat which nobody in my family would eat so I ended up giving it away. I tried to make an apple pie a couple of times but failed miserably. I’m not really a good baker but I can cook practically anything else.

    Rocky and Piki Dog are having their daily 4PM howling session. Fortunately it only lasts for a minute. I guess it’s a bonding thing. 🙂

    Enjoy the rest of the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      The mums look muted to me with their deep reds, dark gold and browns. The colors in the garden during the summer are so much lighter.

      We have deep red leaves on the oak trees, but the Cape doesn’t have a huge variety of trees because of the salt air so not a lot of color.

      My first pie was a pawpaw pie which tasted like apple. It was delicious. I cooked it in the school’s beehive oven i about 10 minutes. I wouldn’t eat mincemeat either. We had apple and lemon meringue pies at Thanksgiving. Lemon meringue is my favorite of all pies.

      Gracie was just out on the deck barking. Who knows why?

      Have a great evening!

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