It was time to get up and make the pies so that the oven would be free for the turkey. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and went into the kitchen. I made a cup of coffee and found that we were out of sugar. How was I going to make pie without sugar? I knew it was on the shopping list. Ugh, this was going to be an impossible day.
I got dressed in a hurry and out the door I flew, on a mission to find any store open on Thanksgiving. I lived a half an hour away from everything. I finally found a small gas station that was open and they had sugar, small boxes, but it would do. I bought five of them and was on my way home. The whole excursion took me two hours.
With a potential disaster out of the way, I prepared the turkey. I carefully put pats of butter under the skin on top of the breast and massaged in the herbs and spices. The oven had been preheating and all was good. Maybe it won’t be such an impossible day.
I peeled potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots and squash. Not a small task, the squash did not want to cut or peel. I got all of the other vegetables ready in the same amount of time it took me to do one little squash. I was off schedule again. The turkey was going to be done before anything else at this rate. Yes, it was an impossible day.
The pie crust came out perfect and was ready to be filled. I made up pumpkin, squash and blueberry pies. I would throw them in the oven when the turkey was done. I sighed with satisfaction, cleaned up the kitchen, and sat down with a smile. The pies were ready with no mishaps.
The boys would be back soon and I had to get the vegetables going. I got all the pots ready and all came to a boil on cue. Perfect. I constantly checked on everything, it smelled so good, but none was done yet. And then, the power went out.
My husband and boys finally made it home from hunting with no success. When they came in the door, they all exclaimed how good it smelled. When my husband came in the kitchen he asked why the lights weren’t on, I turned around, sat on the floor and cried. Nothing was done and no power to finish it. I had pies I couldn’t bake and no food to feed my family for Thanksgiving dinner.
When the power finally came back on, I finished cooking the meal and we ate dinner at nine o’clock at night. I baked the pies, but no one was in the mood to eat them. Electricity is a very important element for making any Thanksgiving a good one. I should have known when there was no sugar that it was going to be an impossible day.