Pie in the Sky
Everything in this country has sugar in it, and I mean a lot of sugar. The little café around the corner from me, where I frequently pick up coffee on my way to the university, offers nothing without it. I'd just about kill for a bran or oatmeal muffin some days, but the only muffins they sell have chocolate chips in them. There's a beautiful display of icing-drizzled buns and sugary danishes, but a dearth of anything bread-like.
Even in the grocery stores, the bread products are limited to variations on Wonder Bread and lots of sourdough. Souurdough is nice, but I'd just about kill for a slice of
I knew that finding a sugar-free pumpkin pie in a store would be out of the question, so today I'm going to bake one. With a little help from Edna Staebler.
Make that a lot of help. I've never baked a pie before.
Happy Thanksgiving, Gentle American Reader!
Find out what Postmodern Sass does — or, rather doesn't — with her pie, in the next story.
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Nobody knows how to make a pumpernickel that is why you don't see it around. If you find an old fashion jewish deli or bakery you might have some luck.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wishing you lots of turkey, dressing, rolls, and sugary pumpkin pie so you can be just as fat as the rest of us Americans. :)
Flashback to Toronto many years ago - both of Sass & I living in the St Clair / Bathurst neighbourhood. I made a pumpkin pie, but for whatever reason it became vitally important that it be cooked at Sass's place, not mine. We transported it, oh so very carefully in Sass's car, trying not to spill the pumpkin contents out of the shell into my lap (why we didn't put the filling into a tupperware container for transport, I'll never know). Anyway - minor spillage later, the pie was successfully cooked at Sass's apartment for consumption the next day ..... I've faith that Sass can do the whole thing on her own -
Happy Thanksgiving Sass. I feel guilty, I should have made my pies sugar free. Let us know how your pie tured out.
Woah, Kitchener used to be called Berlin? The things you learn…
As a diabetic, I am all too familiar with your plight. And pumpkin pie is my favorite, too!
Best of luck on your experiment. ;-)
Yes, Kitchener used to be called Berlin. It was a German mennonite settlement, and is still largely populated by Germans. The town hosts the largest Oktoberfest outside of Germany.
They changed the name of the town after WWII, for obvious reasons, but here's a little gem of PoMo irony: Baron Kitchener was a big fan of concentration camps.
Apparently I don't even know how to spell pumpernickel. :-)
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