It got a little ugly at our house this morning. I made two pie crust recipes for three pies, except one of them was crap, broke off everywhere and all, and so the pumpkin pie is ugly. But it holds the pumpkin in, so who cares! People who like pumpkin pie just sort of like it, I'm told, so they can have their ugly breaky crust. I might even try some Jedi mind trick and try to convince them that the uglier it looks the better it tastes. The mince pie--whatever. What is mincemeat, anyway? Some beef-apple-raisin concoction from the 15th century. That's for my dad, a lover of all things medieval, and he doesn't care so I dug an emergency frozen crust out of the freezer and just put some crap dough on top for pretty. Shhhh. And the batch that came out well is for the apple pie, which is for ME. Ha!
That's not very Thanksgiving-y, is it? I'm so selfish. There, you can feel better about yourself today on this special family day of sharing. At least you didn't put the good pie dough into your favorite pie and the crap dough into the pies you won't eat anyway.