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Created on: September 09, 2009
She used her mother's recipe
Laced with sugar and spices
Measured in pinches and dashes
Flavored with cinnamon, nutmeg and a secret spice
As the saying goes, she put her foot in it.
She woke up early in the morning
Kneaded dough that would become a crust
Pressed that dough into cheap aluminum pans, then
Filled those pans
As we sat around hoping there would be some filling left over to lick from the bowl.
She said she made pumpkin pie with love
With the love of sweets
With the love of her children and grandchildren
With the love of her mother and grandmother
As much love as she could find to create something that has never been replicated
Grandma's pumpkin pie.
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