Pie was the high point of MY thanksgiving, I don’t know about you. Remarkably interesting “incidents” and humorous family happenings afforded fascinating entertainment of considerable educational value. Did he have to take curmudgeon so literally? Why do people choose to live like this?  I can’t tell you why.

But then again, there was pie. Chocolate pecan pie: 

And sour cream pumpkin pie: 

And both were very, very good. I have a new crust recipe that involves freezing various things at various points. I was supposed to knead it inside the safe confines of a plastic freezer bag, but I decided that was taking things too far.

I like how baking is like craft and like science, and there are many, many different ways to do the same thing, and it takes a long time but not in a self-conscious way, and then the end product gets consumed. And it tastes good.

I am taking a few days to deal with the various issues I’ve been avoiding. Like that cell phone that doesn’t turn on, and my piles of junk mail, and jasper’s unfortunate new habits.

I like creating order out of chaos.