I am baking pies.
I am actually not a bad pie maker. I can't cook all that well but I can bake.
So for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend I am putting together two large apple crumbles and two over sized pumpkin pies to take over to my family get together at my sisters.
Sounds good, right?
Why is it then that everyone wants to know where the chocolate is?
Um, listen up family! It's apple season here so I am making apple crumble. It's also Thanksgiving, so I am making pumpkin pie too.
I will also bring cheese, ice cream and whipping cream on Sunday. There are seventeen of us getting together; wouldn't you think that this is enough?
But noooo. My family is complaining. They want chocolate.
It isn't my kids who are whining either – it's my siblings.
My brothers and sisters are all over forty and they are whining about the fact that I'm not making a chocolate desert for Thanksgiving dinner. They are whining to my MOTHER too.
What the heck? Are we all four flippin' years old again?
Anyone ever made a chocolate pumpkin pie?