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Pumpkin Pie with Enlightenment Spice

On Sunday October 31st, we woke up to two inches of snow. I have photographic evidence, see?

But in spite of being reminded of the fact that I live in a place where it apparently snows in October (!), I was in a good mood and gearing up for a lovely day ahead.

I had a sugar pumpkin from the market, and I was excited to make my first ever pumpkin pie (a possible Macaroon Monday submission), and victoriously serve it to my family after photographing it in natural light, and going to yoga at 4 pm.

All that and about a million errands too. I started at 11.

Enlightenment Spice

Everything took longer than I expected. I arrived, on edge, in the baking section of the Loblaws Superstore, proceeded to be completely overwhelmed by the kilometre or so of various baking powders and spices, and spent approximately 20 minutes looking for Pumpkin Pie Spice.

Then I spent five minutes looking for an employee so I could ask for help. I finally found one in refrigerated goods. I asked her if she could help me find Pumpkin Pie Spice.

She told me she didn’t work in that section.

I tried again. She took me to the aisle labelled “Spices” and said, “This aisle is labelled ‘Spices.’ You can probably find it here.”

I tried again. I gave her my friendliest smile. ”I just spent 20 minutes in this aisle. I am not very familiar with baking goods, so do you think you could help me or find someone who works in this section?” She agreed, and walked off to get help, as I continued to stand helplessly in the Spice aisle, making sad faces and hoping that a kind passerby would take pity on me and help.

No such luck. After about 15 minutes, I realized this woman was not coming back. Then I looked at my watch and realized that I wasn’t going to be photographing my pumpkin pie in beautiful, color-balanced daylight. And I most certainly was not going to make it to yoga.

I found her back in Refrigrated Goods. “Did you have any luck?” I asked innocently. “Yes,” she said. “It turns out we are out of stock.” I walked away. And this is when I started meditating on punching that woman in the face.

Honestly, I’ve never been great at standing up for myself. I don’t like hurting people’s feelings. Like many women, I am not comfortable with conflict. But seriously, I was upset - it’s one thing to be out of stock, but a totally different thing not to tell me about it until I look for you after I wasted a total of an hour looking for freaking pumpkin pie spice.

I thought about all this while I looked for organic eggs, which naturally were also out of stock.

I felt the stress hormones coursing through my veins. I wondered how much of this was due to the fact that I didn’t get enough sleep. And I knew how terrible I would feel if I dumped  all of my frustration on a woman who makes $10 an hour. And suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

I found her again in the Beef section.

And I said, “I would have really appreciated it if you had told me that you were out of stock. I kept looking for pumpkin pie spice for 15 minutes after you left.” I was calm and polite. She apologized. I went on my way. I had met my own needs without ruining someone else’s day.

And you know what? I may not have found enlightenment, but I certainly felt lighter.

Victorious Pumpkin Pie

And now, on to the food. I followed this recipe from Allrecipes.com pretty closely. It turned out to be really easy (except scooping the seeds – is it possible that carpal tunnel is an occupational hazard of cooking?)

I love the color of pumpkins!

Would you like to see an action shot of mixing the rest of the ingredients? Okay, if I must.

My mom and stepfather came over for dinner last night. Meet the Mother of DFF.

It was 7 pm by the time the pie was finished, but my mom and I were highly motivated to eat it. You are supposed to cool it overnight, but if you live in Canada, or some place they have polar bears, you can also put it into the garage for about an hour.

Behold my pumpkin pie! Is it not a thing of beauty?

Everyone loved it. I had two pieces, and my mom had three. This is my mom posing with her “Sad Face” for the camera because she had no more pie. But actually, is this not a perfect rendition of “Magnum” from Zoolander?

You all now know where I get my distaste for portion control. But my mom is in excellent shape, so we’ll hope for the best.

(I promise I don’t usually look like a zombie. This was just my skin colour for Halloween . Okay, not really, but can I at least blame the lighting for this one?

Oh, and the pie tastes even better as I write this the next morning.

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2 comments

1 Ryguy { 11.01.10 at 4:14 pm }

You can never go wrong with Bulk Barn for bulk herbs and spices!!!

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2 S @ extremebalance.net/blog { 11.03.10 at 12:53 am }

Oh no. Macaron competition and I’m away from my kitchen this weekend… tragique! Represent Canadiana with panache, Alina!

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