20 September 2013
Me or Teresa: “Do you like sticks?”
Me or Teresa: “Do you like fish?”
Me or Teresa: “Do you like…”
You’d be amazed how far you can take this. Cheeks and Butt. Scotch and Butter (He has no idea what Scotch is but he’ll say yes to anything).
Anyway, I was thinking about how last weekend at Trader Joe’s he was saying, “Can we get a little pumpkin? Please, I beg you.” He wanted to make pumpkin pie. And I happen to know from long experience that even pie pumpkins aren’t as good as canned pumpkin for pie, and Trader Joe’s doesn’t have canned pumpkin yet, and I wasn’t going to the regular store, so I put him off. But yesterday at lunchtime I was walking downtown, and it was only a little warm. I walked on the sunny side of the street. The air was clear, the sky a darker blue. I remembered that Saturday is the first day of Fall. And I thought, do you like pumpkins? Do you like pie? Oh yeah, baby.
Plus I’m dying to try a browned butter pie crust. Has anyone done that? Tips?