I love this time of year. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. All those memories, all that food, and all that time with the family, it’s just a great time of the year. Well, except for all of that Black Friday nonsense where your friendly neighbors will kill you for a great deal.
Of course, the best thing about this time of the year is the pumpkin pie. Oh, the pumpkin pies I have eaten through the years. And this year was no exception. My mom baked one pie in advance of the feast. But after some discussion with my aunt and me the day of the feast, she had to cook an emergency pie, just in case. I mean it was also my Aunt’s B-day as well. So, another pie was baked. I only ate one slice at my Aunts house, but I had another two when I got to my parents house. And then, to top it all off, I had another 2 slices for breakfast. That’s right, I ate pumpkin pie for breakfast. I not only ate pumpkin pie on Friday for breakfast, but also on Saturday, and on Sunday. Pumpkin pie is a fantastic breakfast. Make fun of me if you will, but don’t knock it till you try it.
I will admit to something that has never happened before. I can honestly say, I may be sick of pumpkin pie. I keep getting a quote from a movie in my head every time I think of this fact. “I am experiencing a sensation all together new to me, and frankly, I hate it.” Ok, I paraphrased the quote, but it’s fitting. Being sick of pumpkin has never happened to me before. I am still in shock. I don’t know if I can handle that. I guess it’s a good thing I bought three sweet potato pies instead. Get some variety in my very odd diet.