I’m hitching a ride with my younger sister in her familymobile; two boys and the “fun” uncle (me). Yay!

To compound matters, I also decided to volunteer my services in the dessert department. Pumpkin pie and crème brûlée. Something healthy, I thought.

Here’s the stash, ready for packing:

Oh no! A perfectly good pie shell ruined! Guess I’ll Have to make a pie right now

The part I hate is the killing of the pumpkin. Gruesome business, no matter how it’s done.

I admit, sometimes I feel a little remorse.

But not for too long. The pie won’t make itself! (and how long had the cream been sitting on the table?!)

Pumpkin mush, milk, eggs, and spices into crust and into oven. Now the hard part.

Okay, I know, it might seem like a lot of bother, especially since I haven’t started packing yet, but it tastes better from scratch. And, it gave me the opportunity to share an evening with you before I make the great escape. I’ll be gone Monday and Tuesday, and the interweb wiring up north isn’t always reliable, so who knows when we’ll get to chat again.

Probably Wednesday.

In the meantime, how about a slice of pie?

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