|My mother, Susie Shoemaker|
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
The Haunting Memories of Pumpkin Pies
Today I am baking Thanksgiving pumpkin pies and missing my mother like crazy. Pumpkin was the first pie I learned to make and I remember standing on the wooden footstool to stir the filling, taking an occasional, if not often, taste of it. I suppose it isn’t helping that I am also playing Christmas carols.
I suppose every woman connects to her mother and grandmothers through their unique recipes and approaches to cooking. Neither of my grandmothers was much on the cooking other than the basic farm fare –fresh vegetables from the garden and meat we had raised, plus a few cobblers when fruit was available. Can you imagine such a lack of skills! They didn’t even know how to cook the half-prepared, over-processed foods we are so familiar with.
I inherited Mom’s card box of recipes. I thought I would flip through a few of them and choose one to make this year. Oh, my gosh, they’re in her handwriting (tearing up). Well, onward. The family favorite for caramel candy - every member of the family remembers receiving the candy package in the mail and protecting it like gold. Here’s one for spinach quiche – no wait, that one came from me.
I’m not making much progress. Just found “Crazy Chocolate Cake (Double recipe)” and must ask my friend Norma if it is the same as hers. That was such a good cake.
German chocolate frosting; meat loaf and sloppy joes for the whole church; date clusters…..each card with a memory.
Well, guess I’ll try the “Honey Oatmeal Cookies.” I’m about out of Kleenex tissue and I just heard the timer go off for the pies.
Holidays aren’t always joyously happy are they? Some of those memories can truly make our heart hurt. But then, we are making new memories and perhaps they will make our hearts sing.
And to think I was just going to throw together a couple of pies to take to the gathering tomorrow!
Blessed holidays. May you be so very grateful for your own good memories.