It was a "pie party." If you've never heard of this concept, don't worry, neither have I. I just happen to like to make pie and Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. So I thought it would be nice to have people over to make pie with me and let the kids run around like maniacs and take over the neighborhood. Both things happened quite well.
I made 18 Butter Pie Crusts (click on the title to link to the recipe) the night before. As people arrived with their filling ingredients, I asked them to write down on a whiteboard the temperature they would require and whether or not they needed one or two crusts. Then I got to rolling and the other pie-makers got to filling.
Since the oven was occupied, Hub grilled some hot dogs and hamburgers, and Ms. P threw together a potato salad for me. Ms. J brought some fabulous crab dip from Whole Foods and we also had lots of cheeses, crackers, cantaloupe, pretzels, chips, hummus, etc. for nibbles. We started at 3:00 so the kids would have ample time to play outside and stay out of the kitchen. According to Hub, Kiddo did a great job hosting the kids and leading the charge.
It worked out well. Not a bad first foray back into entertaining...but I do miss her terribly and kept on looking around for her last night. I'm sure that feeling won't go away for a long time, and in some ways, I'll be sad when it does.
Another odd thing? I bought N-friendly foodstuffs for last night, like turkey for burgers and I thought about using shortening instead of butter for the pie crusts and had lots of goat cheese out and had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't necessary. Like I said, unsettling.
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