I’ve got a lot of thoughts swirling in my head, so I thought I’d get the most simplistic ones out.

I made a pie yesterday. I’ve always been a baker… I’d even say that I’m a pretty good baker.  Although, never before this weekend had I baked a pie.  I guess I never wanted to.  I grew up in a family that didn’t eat pies.  We made cakes and cookies.  Occasionally something like lemon squares.

After seeing enough Thanksgiving images, I decided that I wanted a pumpkin pie.  I guess I was most amazed by how easy the process was.  I followed Meg’s recipe and made an excellent pie with no problem.  There are some things that I would do to improve it on a second try, but I’m quite happy. The only problem is that I’m the only one who wants to eat it.  I told my mom that I made it and asked if she wanted to try a piece.  Her response was, “Nope… Oh good! Now I won’t have to buy you a pumkin pie for Thanksgiving dinner.”