The main thing, of course, is the pie.However, I ended up with too much pumpkin pie filling.
Not to be wasteful, I used the leftover pastry to make individual serving pumpkin tarts, which appeals to the isolationists among us as being more elegant than a slice of the communal pie.
Each tart represents its own attempt at a Martha Stewart-worthy casually perfect work of art.
But when you’re the leftover pastry cuttings, what glory is in that?
None, except the dependable, traditional, ordinary predictability that you will get lovingly scooped up and gently, gently coaxed one last time into a rectangle, sprinkled with a modest covering of brown sugar and dusting of cinnamon, log rolled, sliced, set on edge on a bare cookie sheet, and nestled in the oven with the Big Guys (pie and tarts) until lightly browned with the smell of caramelizing brown sugar and cinnamon filling our kitchen with the scent of “home.”
Doo-Dads.
No matter the pie-worthy occasion, Doo-Dads will be there: consistently ordinary culinary cast-offs in the rough-and-tumble of kitchen life.
Pastry scraps with a bit of sugar and cinnamon morph magically into “Remember this? Where this is, you belong.”
We’re thankful for all the ordinary things that remind us we belong everywhere we do.
Oh Doo-Dads. This brings me back to being a bratty 6-year-old and burning the roof of my mouth because I couldn’t wait for them to cool down to an appropriate eating temperature.
*LIKE*
WE didn’t have pumpkin pie this year…and it was missed terribly!
Mmmm, this post is making me hungry.
Happy Thanksgiving day for you dear friends. Now have to start planning on Christmas baking. How to you do it, when so close? The pin wheels are still the favorite ones in our family and on a Must Do on list. Happy baking !
I can smell those pies from here…Yum! Happy Thanksgiving to you and Rick and all your lucky guests. I love those little pastry cinnamon bites. French Canadians call them – “pets de soeur.”