Last month I was wandering around Costco and they were giving out samples of pumpkin pie. Costco makes great pumpkin pie. Even better than the one I make from the back of the can of Libby’s organic pumpkin.
It’s sweet. Yet not too sweet. The crust is crisp and completely edible. It’s big like all things Costco.
They bake it around October 1. There’s a plan for this pie. It announces the arrival of fall. The smell of cinnamon and cloves, nutmeg and ginger. Preparing us to launch into the holiday season with gusto.
All this arrives at just the right time. Some say too early but I’m always ready for each new season. Spring arrives just when I’m done with winter and fall comes at the end of the stifling, dry summer. Being impatient for the seasons doesn’t help. Just live each day and at some point you notice the sun’s in a new position. The mornings have changed as have the nights. The earth is wandering around it’s axis and we just have to hang on and at some point we’ll be in a new season with all it offers.
At some point I started preparing the Thanksgiving feast. After 50 years of cooking this funny, convaluted meal, mom was done. Tired of it all.
For many years everyone came to my little condo in San Jose. We’d spread the tables out around the condo and in addition to our family, invite anyone without a place to go.
Once I got my Nan Nan’s American Haviland china, I used it. No paper plates. Crystal goblets, sterling silver, and china that needs hand washing. There is a sweet gold trim around the delicate plates.
Our home cooked meal is always the same. Turkey. Stuffing in the bird. Mashed potatoes and “Greg-special-made” turkey gravy. String beans. Green salad and little brown onions. When we moved to Reno we started a new tradition and added Southern Caviar, the gourmet name for homemade pimento cheese.
So as I was chomping on the pie at Costco and realizing how fast the year has gone, I saw the frozen turkeys and the huge case of hams. Costco’s ready. Are you?