> I found myself quite excited about this recipe, selected by Vibi of La Casserole Carrée. Many people speak of the great debate at Thanksgiving: Pumpkin vs Pecan, but I have never participated in such a debate as I cannot say no to either and end up consuming mass quantities of both.
Nothing says “Hooray for the pillaging of stolen land from native people!” than good ol’ fashioned American gluttony. Onto the pie.
Thanksgiving Twofer Pie
* Pie Crust
* Unsweetened Pumpkin Puree
* Heavy Cream
* Vanilla Extract
* Corn Syrup
* Brown Sugar
* Unsalted Butter
* Pecans – Halves or Pieces
The pumpkin filling is made and poured in first followed by the pecan filling. I had pictured a layered pie, but this was not the case – the pecans are not formally mixed with the pumpkin, but pushed under.
Despite my high hopes, I was not happy with this pie; found it heavy on sweet and not much else (I tend to add a lot more cinnamon, ginger as well as ground cloves to my pumpkin pie). Not a terrible pie, but I think I will keep these two personalities separate in the future.
For complete recipe information, please visit Vibi’s post and be sure to see how all of the other bakers did this week by searching the blogroll.
Now, for those who know me, you may say I’m a cynic when the holidays roll around and I would not be one to argue with you. However skeptical, suspicious or disgusted with the commercialism I may be, there has been, on the rare occasion, a faint beating of my pitiful black heart hidden away in my dank chest cavity. Riding high on this emotional wave, I would like to acknowledge what I am thankful for:
* My health. We’ve had our ups and downs, but Health, as long as you keep your shit together, I’ll look into a few less hangovers.
* My little sister, Emily. Before the rest of my siblings get their panties in an uproar – I AM THANKFUL FOR YOU TOO, JERKS! Emily and I are 11 years apart and I always picture her as this little kid who would hold my hand to cross streets or laugh until she cried with glee when I let her stay up past her bedtime. She’s now 17 with multiple facial piercings and we do not talk as often as we should, but when we do she blows my mind. There have been two moments in my life when Emily has muttered the most mundane series of words, but they pulled me back from falling off the proverbial edge. Watch out for this one, World.
* Matt. Thank you for all you do.
I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving, Internets.