Today’s post comes from Jacque
The Saturday after Thanksgiving, my niece got married. She wanted homemade wedding pie, rather than the traditional wedding cake. Years ago, when this niece and her cousin and her sister were tiny, my mother started the pie thing. Then the first niece requested of mom that she have graduation pie, so Mom asked us for help. Ten years later, this has come home to roost on the shoulders of my sister and I because my mother no longer does pie. It was all we could do to get her to the wedding itself.
My sister and I and our nieces had done the mass pie bake three times before for high school graduations. All three of them wanted this for their tradition Iowa High School Graduation Open Houses, which is no small party. Our only expectation of each of them is that they help for their sister/cousin’s celebration. They all did.
For the wedding pie my niece Annie was part of the baking in my sister’s church kitchen. Jo and I made and froze all the pie crust in the weekends preceeding the wedding. She ordered pie tins and pie boxes from Amazon which made things stackable and efficient. Assembling and baking the pies took two days, with Thanksgiving Day planted in the middle of the bakefest. The 3 of us made 46 pies, 3 of which we served for the Thanksgiving meal dessert (pumpkin, minced meat and cherry).
Here is the breakdown of pie types:
Cherry (2 crust) 9
Apple (2 crust) 5
Apple crumb (1 crust) 5
Blueberry crumb (1 crust) 5
Strawberry Rhubarb (2 crust) 6
Bumbleberry (2 crust) 3
Pumpkin (1 crust, my least favorite, why even bother. Hrmph) 2
Lemon Meringue (1 crust) 4
Rhubarb Custard Meriginge (1 crust) 3
1 apple which fell on the floor and we scooped up the part that did not touch the floor and ATE IT!
3 Thanksgiving pies
3 types of whipped creamed were served with it: vanilla, cinnamon, and rum.
The whole thing was a hit. Many guests had been at the girls’ High School Graduation parties and came ready for pie. My sister and I got to eat right after the wedding party. We were still eating when our sister-in-law ran over and said, “People are already serving themselves at the pie station. I hate to hurry you, but look.” We ran over and started serving. It was like bugs to light—wedding guests attracted to pie.
One young man who had two or three slices of various kinds, came over asking, “Can I just have the cinnamon whipped cream. I have had enough pie.” There was plenty. I gave him a plateful.
Our feet were sore and we were exhausted. This was our gift to the bride and groom. Nobody else made them pie! Mom said her pie was good—she had apple crumb with cinnamon whipped cream.
What’s your odd family tradition?