We kick off the holidays in our family with pie. Lots of it. When Jared and I were first married we couldn't get the fam to commit to any major (or minor) holidays at our house. People had dibs. They were unbending. They threw the iron fist of holiday tradition down on our puny little heads. (Little known tidbit- Jared and I both have small heads. Phin too. Noggin is the only thing of his still lagging on the growth chart.)
So we caved. We stopped asking and started inventing. In all reality, we didn't ask very long because our very first Pie Day was only 2.5 months into our marriage.
Pie Day facts.
-First pie day featured full turkey dinner. Complete with stuffed acorn squash and other appetizers. Mistake. Everyone's gut was busting before we ever made it to the pie. Now we stick with just soup and stuffed mushrooms. And a cheese box. Can't forget the ball of cheese shaped like a present.
-We make all the pies ourselves. 20+ All our patrons do is come and eat.
-We have learned over the years which pies are more flammable than other. Coconut is the clear winner.
-We forget to invite people every year. Important people we really, really love. We're total idiots when it comes to hosting.
-In our defense, it does have an official day so people should mark their calendars in advance. It's the Saturday before the Friday before Thanksgiving. Doesn't that sound better than two Saturdays before? We keep it classy and confusing.
-In the people's defense we changed it this year to accommodate a football game.
-We will never, ever, EVER do that again. Ever. We need that extra day.
People love pie day. That's what the tell us anyway. I love it because I feel guilt free blasting Christmas music once it comes around. Holidays have started around these parts.
Fire place stays unlit when kids on a sugar high are running around. Toddlers setting the house on fire ruins the holiday mood for sure.
But once the house was ours for the weekend...
