Here we are in the calendar year, in the calorie-laden territory of pumpkin; my husband craves its pie.
He is Larry the Pumpkin Pie Eater. With a belly to match his taste buds, though it doesn’t get in the way of hugs, so we nevermind.
For a man who expounds on his hatred of dessert, that Larry adds poundage this way is as nonsensical as a nursery rhyme.
My husband would never put me in a pumpkin shell: I, too, have poundage around the middle, finding myself shaped more like a pumpkin with each passing Boomer-aged day. Besides he knows I abhor ‘ooey textures’ – ickey-yucky is not for me. Don’t invite me to a mud run for fun, despite the clear fact that a run would help me wittle the middle…
A verse collected from Aberdeen, Scotland and published in 1868 had the words:
Peter, my neeper,
Had a wife,
And he couidna’ keep her,
He pat her i’ the wa’,
And lat a’ the mice eat her.
I do na like this verse better – I’ll nary speak a wee word as Larry eats his pie. 
Though I’m not afraid of mice, I’ll pray that they are blind and stay away, away. We’ve already been disturbed by armies of ants, but, well, they are small and easily conquered. I do no like loud noises, so the snap of a trap would scare me.
I wish to remain the well-kept and calm Good Wife Baker.
So do you like pumpkin pie?
yes, Gail, I do, but not as much as Larry. I double the spices when I make it – how about you?
I do like pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving. I buy all new spices in Nov so they are at their height of freshness for the two holidays. Have to make an apple pie as well as our older son isn’t a pumpkin fan. I make my pie shells a week before, wrap & freeze the glass-filled pie plates in freezer paper, so preparations are a bit more manageable! Happy
Thanksgiving to you & Larry!
You make the pie shells – ? You are a dedicated kitchen warrior, Gail. Nothing says lovin’ like something from the oven, and I think Gail Suda does it best!
Aww.. Thank you my friend. I bake but cannot write! We all have our passions…
Yum! I love to delude myself, denying the caloric aspect of eating a custard, by insisting to myself and all others that since pumpkin itself is healthy, all things made of pumpkin are healthy.
Kitt, pal-o-mine in delusion calorie non-counting, let us also consider that coffee is a bean, tea is plant leaves, etc.= the basis of many a Starbuck’s confection, a writer’s basic fuel. There’s even a pumpkin latte me thinks