One of the things I love to do is share the Thanksgiving eats that I create for my family. Daughter Number One purchased her first home earlier this year and asked if we would drive to her house, 2 + hours away, for Thanksgiving. The Hubs said he would do that, if we had a pie contest. His rules, he would judge. Everyone (except him) would have to make a pie. He would judge. So, it was decided.
I asked Daughter Number One what she would be comfortable making. She chose the turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, and our family’s traditional pie; raisin cream. Daughter Number Two offered to make mashed potatoes. That left me with stuffing, green bean casserole, and homemade rolls. Oh, and we all had to decide what pies to make.
As Thanksgiving grew closer I was really pushing the girls to decide what pies they were going to make, knowing that I would have to help make pies with the 2 youngest. Daughter Number Four chose pumpkin. Daughter Number Two chose gluten free chocolate bourbon pecan. Daughter Number Three finally decided: Boston Cream Pie. Fair enough. I asked Daughter Number One what her fiancé’s favorite pie is, so I chose Peanut Butter Pie.
The food was all very good! We had an additional side dish of scalloped corn, thanks to my future son-in-law. I didn’t make any new recipes for our Thanksgiving dinner this year, because I was putting so much energy into the pies. On my house Wednesday we made one homemade pie butter pie crust for the pumpkin pie, one homemade gluten free pie crust for the pecan pie, and one chocolate graham crust for the peanut butter pie. Daughter Number Two put her filling together for the Chocolate Bourbon Pecan Pie. While it baked, Daughter Number Four put her filling together for the pumpkin pie. I helped both with crusts and a little with the filling, but for the most part they tackled those fillings. While those pies were cooling I helped Daughter Number Three make the sponge cake for her Boston Cream Pie. I explained to her that it would be best to let it cool overnight, so if she didn’t mind getting up early we would finish the pastry cream in the morning and do the ganache once we got to her sister’s house. She agreed that she would rather get up a little early than stay up that late. We got up early and made her pastry cream. Ah, the joys of whisking a pastry cream. Once that was done and refrigerated I made the filling and topping for the peanut butter pie. I put it in the freezer to set.
We loaded all of the food into the car and made the drive in a very cold, heavy rain. Daughter Number Three and I assembled her pie and covered it with the ganache. She also managed to cover the counters and herself with ganache. It’s pretty easy to get it everywhere!
Dinner was delish. The turkey was done to perfection. The sides were all wonderful. The girls could hardly contain their excitement with the pie contest! Daughter Number One’s fiancé also made a pie: a pizza pie! I cut little pieces of each pie and plated the bites for The Hubs and the FSIL.
The pie winners broke down as follows: Daughter Number Three won for most time spent on a pie; Daughter Number Four won the fluffiest pumpkin pie ever, and best crust; Daughter Number One won best pie based on tradition (and most improved meringue); My pie won richest pie (and the heart of my FSIL); FSIL’s pie won most creative…since It was a pizza pie! Daughter Number Two did not win due to the lack of gluten, although the pie was really good and got better over time!
We have talked about incorporating the pie contest into our Thanksgiving traditions. I’m not sure our waistlines need it, but it was so much fun!
To quote Daughter Number Two, “I’d say this family makes baking look easy…Easy as pie.”