Today I made Uncle Marty (not his real name) Honorary Cherry Pie.
photo.JPGNot traditional for Thanksgiving? Well, I cannot tell a lie-there is a story behind this unusual tradition.
My friend has an uncle whose line of work is mental health. He made it a habit at family gatherings to lecture the young, preverbal children at length about selfishness. On one such occasion, he capped his comments by swooping in to spear the last sausage off the poor child's plate. This did not go unnoticed. The following Christmas, Uncle Marty left the table, grabbed the full container of Christmas cookies intended for the kids, and nodded off in the living room with the cookies cradled in his arms. He later insisted on taking the cookies home with him.
Joining my friend for Thanksgiving, I agreed to make several fruit pies as well as pumpkin and mince, in case the latter did not appeal to the kids. When Uncle Marty arrived at the party, he announced, "The cherry pie is mine. I am going to take that home." This did not sit well with two of the Dads in the group. So, when we all decided to go for a post-turkey stroll, the two Dads begged off, saying they would do the dishes.
Upon our return, we descended on the kitchen for some dessert. A cry went up immediately from Uncle Marty. He had spied a few crumbs at the bottom of the pie plate where the cherry pie had been. "Where is
MY PIE ?!" My friend's brother, who wore a smear of red goo on his chin, piped up, "We ate it!" This completely undid Uncle Marty, who threw a sizable tantrum, much to the delight of the children, aged 5 to 45. At that point the two Dads brought out the cherry pie, which they had hidden in a cupboard, for all to share.
This is why we now must have cherry pie on Thanksgiving.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.