Like many couples, we're dividing our day between two families. First, we get to meet some distant relatives of the Fool's, and then we're having dinner with my father, who has declared he is cooking the turkey this year. I suspect it's mostly to win the celery / no celery debate regarding the stuffing. I have been asked to bring a pie, a "real pumpkin pie."
I puzzled over that for a while, but decided he meant, no trying to pass off a sweet potato pie or a butternut squash pie on the pater familias.
The Fool and I took the three wee pie pumpkins on our porch from Halloween, butchered and roasted them, and are draining the puree as we speak. I hope Dad gets that for anyone else? I'd have opened a can of Libby's.