I grew up in Massachusetts as did both my parents. However, in my over twenty-two Thanksgivings with them, we never had pumpkin pie. Not once. I can't remember ever having a taste of pumpkin pie as a kid. My parents aren't into pumpkin pie and it was never on our menu. And then I met Lino. On our first Thanksgiving together, he asked "where's the pumpkin pie?" I said "we don't have it." A debate ensued as the necessity of pumpkin pie. How it's not Thanksgiving without it. Suffice to say that it is now a staple.
Admittedly, I'm not much of a pie baker. No patience for the crust. And when faced with multiple desserts, I don't usually pick pie. However, Lino loves his pumpkin pie. Since we are hosting Thanksgiving this year and others are bringing desserts tomorrow, I thought I'd make it on Friday. Silly me. Lino saw the ingredients on the counter and said "tomorrow's Thanksgiving. We need the pumpkin pie for tomorrow." Done!