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Topic: Cooking or Baking (01/04/07)
TITLE: GRANDPA'S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PIE
By Patricia Williams
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Taking care of two children under one and a half years old, caring for a husband, and working full time caused time to get away from me quickly. It was easy to let special events slip up on me.
My Grandmother reminded me, as I was picking up my children after work, that I needed to be
at Grandpa’s birthday celebration that was only three hours away. She had everything under control. The only thing missing was the pumpkin pie I was supposed to bring It was Grandpa’s favorite desert..
After getting the children bundled up we headed home. I quickly got them settled and made the pie crust in record time. I turned on the oven and reached for the multiple ingredients needed for the pie. I cracked my eggs into the big mixing bowl, dumped in the honey and cream with the spices, stirred the mixture and made a dash for the pantry to get the pumpkin. A sense of panic gripped my mind...There was no pumpkin and there was no time to go to the grocery store.
The crying of a hungry eleven month old added a tinge of anxiety to my state of mind. I grabbed a jar of his favorite baby food and prepared to feed him in spite of the rush. He graciously ate every bite of his carrots. Carrots! Just maybe... ?
I wiped off his hands and happy little face. He didn’t mind being placed in his playpen. I rushed to the pantry. Yes, there were twelve jars of baby food carrots. I scooped them up in my arms and made a dash for the kitchen counter. I popped the lids and dumped the carrots into my awaiting ingredients. Excitedly I poured the mixture into my pie crust and placed it in the oven. Anxiously I waited, hoping it would look and taste like a pumpkin pie.
I rushed to put the kids and my baked pie in the car. We were barely going to get there on time. Doug was to meet us there.
The dinner was lovely. As we sang Happy Birthday to Grandpa, Grandma went to get the pumpkin pie. Silently I prayed the Lord would hide the carrot taste. I held my breath as she put a dollop of whipping cream on each slice and passed them around.
Grandpa held up his piece, smiled at me and said, “Honey, how did you get it such a pretty color?
Raising an eye brow slightly and smiling I replied, “I wanted to make you a special pie so maybe God blessed it.”
He set his plate down, put a bite on his fork and slowly put it in his mouth. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it beat. It seemed to take him forever to savor the flavor and swallow it.
“Patty, this is delicious, you must have used a fresh pumpkin. Where did you find one?” he asked as he took another bite. By this time everyone was ooohing and aaahing over my contribution to the dinner.
Being the seasoned cook my Grandmother was she asked, “What did you do to get such a pretty color and silky taste?”
“Well, Grandma, I prayed over the pie so I guess God just put His special blessing on it, “ I said
as I avoided her gaze and put a bite of pie in my mouth.
Grandpa and Doug took the two children to the front room to entertain them while we cleaned up the kitchen.
Okay, young lady, fess up. What did you do to your pie? Grandma requested as I put the dishes in the sink.
Turning towards her, I asked, “Will you keep a secret?” Grandma loved nothing better than knowing a secret.
“You know I will, “ she declared as she came closer so I could share my secret with her.
“I used baby food carrots,” I sheepishly confessed.
Grandma’s delight and belly laugh was worth the whole ordeal for we both knew Grandpa hated carrots.
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