Years ago, I made my Libby's pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving.
It took a lot of work.
The pies have to bake for two different long periods and there are a lot of ingredients to mix in.
I had used the same recipe — off the can — that I had liked for years so I was very surprised when my husband declined to have a second slice.
Apparently it tasted funny to him which is alarming because he'll normally eat anything without a fuss.
I didn't know until later that the pies tasted wrong.
I had eaten some and found nothing odd.
I'm wondering now if I left out the salt or he hit a big chunk of nutmeg or something that didn't break up into the mix.
He says (helpfully) "Maybe you just got a bad can of pumpkin that year."
I don't think I'll ever know what happened.
The only thing I know for sure is I'm not making any more pumpkin pies.
I pass by the displays now without a twinge of conscience and I've flat out told Marc he can eat other people's pumpkin pies.
My feelings are hurt and since I don't know what I did wrong, I don't really dare try the same thing again.
Is that so immature of me?
Marc thinks I'm overreacting.
But hey, if's broke and you don't know how it got broke, it's pretty hard to fix it.
1 year ago