Now it might be a coincidence that I just titled this post the name name as Tony Soprano's horse. Since I've been slightly obsessed with this amazing series it's no wonder it slipped into my subconscious. But 'pie oh my' just seemed to fit this very delish picture and truly it tasted ten times better than it looked. So it's 'Black Friday' night. I've shopped, prepped cooked, washed, cleaned, swept,set, ate and ate some more. Then I sat down to a plate of my own delicious creation. I have given up counting calories a long time ago. I've really just adopted the idea of everything in moderation. So I sunk my fork into the pumpkin pie. The creamy texture filled my mouth immediately followed by the warmth of spice. Cinnamon. Ginger. Cloves. And the slight crunch of the flakey crust. I took a breath and savored that moment. If this was the reward for all the hours of prep, then I was all for it. Truth be told, I love the prep. The lists. The anticipation. I'm not really sure why I do. But after we ate, my twelve year old stood up and came over to me. Hugged me and said 'thanks mom that was delicious' wow. Talk about a blue ribbon mom moment. I must be doing something right. So often I doubt that. But today that was put to rest or at least quieted a bit. So I do believe two pieces if homemade pie with (ok fine it was canned whipped cream but that's only because there were dishes barricading my mixer and I couldn't actually get to it) whipped cream. I think a son kissing his mom and saying thank you is about the best reason to sit and celebrate. So I did. Happy Thanksgiving.
