Well, it’s official. Autumn has arrived.
But the calendar says we have a few more days, you say. Well, it’s mistaken. How do I know? Two words: pumpkin pie.
On Saturday, whilst eating at ‘the home’ my grandma says,”Phoebe, was there something you wanted to ask the girls?”
“Well, I hate to ask,” says Phoebe.
“She wants pumpkin pie, from Marie Calendars,” says my grandma.
We do love Phoebe; and she rarely asks for a thing, so we were on it. But my grandmother was dubious. Every few minutes, until we left, she’d say something like . . .
“So, you don’t mind to pick up a pumpkin pie for Phoebe?”
“Phoebe’s really looking forward to that pumpkin pie.”
“That’s really all I needed, was to ask you about Phoebe’s pumpkin pie.”
“You can probably get the best pumpkin pie from Marie Calendars.”
When we finally brought said pie, she asked if we bought the pumpkin pie from Marie Calendars. You’ll be glad to know I refrained from spouting, “Oh, you wanted a pumpkin pie–from Marie Calendars? That’s so weird . . . we could have sworn you said a mutton pie from the dollar store.”
Anyway, the old girls ended up sharing that pie with my mom and I. We had ourselves an impromptu party and pumpkin pie (with the most delectable pie crust) was the guest of honor.
So there you have it: a little something unexpected, a few friends, laughter, and fresh baked goodness. And that, my friends, is what autumn’s made of . . .
P.S.- How cute are those pumpkin pie lollipops? A party favor for your favorite sweet.