the quest for the perfect Thanksgiving pieis over, at least for this year.
Fed up with variations on pumpkin and pecan that didn't quite hit that sweet spot, I found a recipe for a Tollhouse Pie (it used pecans, but more importantly, chocolate), to which I added vanilla extract and orange extract for a slightly more grown-up feel. (But after you've melted two sticks of butter for it, you can't really pretend it's health food). Said pie went to a second Thanksgiving dinner at the home of the lovely
Effervescence, at which I also consumed red wine that did not cause me to have a stuffy nose. Let's hear it for South African low tannin red wine.
Today I made no pie. I did preach a homily, bless an Advent wreath, bless water, preside at Eucharist, and drive 52 miles round trip. That's enough for Advent 1.