Thanksgiving and the biggest get-together of the year was tomorrow.
Everyone was bringing a dish to share.
Everyone but Claire.
Nobody asked Claire to bring anything.
But she wanted, she needed, she itched to make something.
To bake something.
It had to be a pie. Not apple or pecan or sweet potato,
Those were yummy, but her favorite of all was pumpkin.
Claire didn’t know how to cook, but she figured she could learn.
The recipe wasn’t in the box, it was nowhere to be found.
Though she looked around.
Creating her own recipe couldn’t be too terribly tough:
A crust filled with puree and eggs and milk and then some pumpkin spice.
Should taste mighty nice.
Claire mixed, measured, and stirred until it was all silky orange.
The pie baked perfectly according to her plan.
It looked lovely in the pan.
The whole house smelled scrumptious. It made her positively pop with pride.
But Claire realized something as she snuck a bite to eat.
It wasn’t sweet.
The sugar had been forgotten, but there had to be a solution to save the pie.
She pondered and plotted out a super scheme:
—Lots of whipped cream!
Thanks to Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez for hosting the Fall Writing Frenzy, it’s been wonderful to “meet” new people through the conversations.
Also, thanks to those who have donated prizes, you give back so much to the writing community.
If you’re interested in the contest, it’s going from October 1st through October 3rd, and you can check out the rules here.