Pumpkin Pie

In a moment of pure desperation, I picked up a pumpkin pie while cruising the aisle at TJs. I knew it was pathetic. Nothing tastes better than homemade. I don’t cook.

For many years, my birthday and pumpkin pie were synonymous. That’s because my birthday landed on Thanksgiving every now and then. Even if it didn’t, it was celebrated on Thanksgiving.

I can still see the impressions the birthday candles made in the pie. But, at some point in time, I rebelled. I remember complaining (gasp) that I had to have pumpkin pie every year for my birthday. The following year appeared an angel food cake with whipped cream frosting.