I am thankful for Thanksgiving.

Well it's 3:23am on Thanksgiving morning and I'm really excited to see my folks and friends, maybe have a celebratory drink or two, play some silly card games, eat a feast, and pass out on the most comfortable couch in the history of couch-passing-out. Seriously, in contrast with the couch I own, it's a coma inducing pillow made of clouds from Mount Olympus. And I can hear all the clocks in the house ticking in unison just like my Grandparents, and Aunts & Uncles had. Isn't it amazing how those sounds all just blend into fading background noise that you can only hear at 3:30 in the morning, wondering why you are unable to sleep. We made pie. It's an interesting concoction.

Here's a man recipe:

boiled mashed pumpkin, a lot of it
several full bricks of cream cheese
several tonka truck loads of diabetes crystals from the diabetes mines
a half a good sized bag of shelled pecans, beaten to death with a hammer and mash to a pulp with an empty Moscow mule cup.
two cans of heavy whipping cream, mixed frivolously until the large mixing bowl was placed in a sink filled with extra ice from the ice maker in the fridge.
many "pinches" of schilling pumpkin spice
another truckload of sugar
like 10 capfuls of vanilla extract that could just as easily be makers mark 46 or woodford reserve.
another two or three bricks of cream cheese
mix mix mix....
dump the bowl into premade pie crust
realize how much you made and get another pie crust, fill it
lick the beaters and the 10 spoons used to taste test this pumpkin cream pie
spend 10 minutes finding all the cream the beaters threw around the kitchen
mop floor
sponge sink, stove, cupboards, counter tops, island, Sturgis shirt, and plant stand.
put pies in freezer
set alarm to remove pies
get up glad that you didn't wait til the morning before, because wow, you'd be tired...
by the way it's 3:50am