Thanksgiving day in the states, makes me think of two things. One is you know what. The other is pie, pumpkin pie to be exact.
I’ve always liked the homeyness and seeming simplicity of pie. My favourite would be apple. Then blueberry, rhubarb and then I suppose pumpkin. An honourable mention in my pie hierarchy.
The other pie that comes to mind is lemon meringue to round out the top five pies.
What could be better than to kill a half an hour in a diner with a piece of pie and a cup of coffee? That’s who I am. I don’t need ice cream on the side, but I will accept a small slab of cheddar. I certainly don’t want sugar in my coffee either.
And I know maybe you’re thinking that I forgot peach and pecan, cherry and other ‘berry’ pies, like strawberry. Strawberry-rhubarb pie is ok. All pie is ok.
Pie beats cake any day of the week. You can keep your Black Forest. I’ll have a slice of pie.
Being Canadian of Scottish descent, talking about pie would not be complete without talking about meat pies. Steak and kidney, chicken pot. It’s a wonderful thing to have a pie and chips for lunch, out to the pub with a lager.
A tourtiere is a French Canadian meat pie made with ground beef, pork, potatoes and spices. The french know how to live.
With all these meat pies, you’ll need an equal amount of HP sauce and ketchup. You don’t need to mix them. Just squirt them out of the bottle so they are next to each other on the plate and they will mix together naturally, forging a bond of sweet and tangy. Unbeatable.
I ate a lot of pies in Australia. They love their pies there. Fair dinkum. Tucker into that. Put that in your kit.
Pizza can be considered a pie, but that’s stretching it a bit
That’s all I have to say about pie.