Like most normal families, we all have one or two disaster Thanksgiving dinner stories. My family is no exception.
I can remember when I was very young, my grandmother was going to be alone on Thanksgiving, as I guess the rest of the family decided to dine with their own families. I’m not really sure what the back ground story was on that but just remember that it was just my family and grandma.
My mother decided that since it was just the five of us, she would just order one of those Thanksgiving boxed meals at the grocery store. I can remember not being overly thrilled that there would be no turkey cooking for hours in the oven or the smell of pumpkin pies baking. I just knew it wasn’t going to be the same.
We opened the box of goods and warmed it up and within minutes, viola a Thanksgiving meal fit for a fast food drive-thru.
I can’t remember which parts of the meal were the most unappealing. Possibly the dry turkey or the over seasoned stuffing. Those things I could deal with. The pumpkin pie the creme De la creme of Thanksgiving, was the only hope of saving the meal.
I’ve tasted my share of pumpkin pies, I feel even at the age of 7 or 8 that I was a connoisseur of the PP. PP in my humble opinion, is not that hard to screw up. I was wrong. I had never tasted something so bland in all my short years. Did they even add nutmeg or pumpkin spice to the recipe or did they just open a can of pumpkin pie filling and pour it in a pie crust and call it a day? Not all the Cool Whip in the world could have saved that pie.
I made a solemn promise to myself that day. I would never ever order a boxed Thanksgiving meal for my future family. No matter what the circumstances, a home cooked Thanksgiving meal would be made. A store bought pumpkin pie is never to step it’s crusty shell in my mouth ever again, this rule excludes eating at the in-laws. Somethings are just beyond my control.