Hey, friends! Super quick Thanksgiving tip for ya…
Here’s the situation:
This is my son, Ian.
Ian experiences disability. Communication disorder. Intellectual disability. Post-traumatic stress disorder from early-life trauma. And myriad other challenges. His life is harder than mine, in other words. He has to navigate a rerouted brain every minute of every day. It’s unbelievably hard work, and he never gets a break from it.
So when it’s this kid’s birthday — his 18th, no less — a BIG ONE — I try to actually organize a celebration. Like, plan ahead and everything. Invite friends from his class more than the night before. Prep his preferred foods. Make him feel special and at ease.
Not to brag excessively, but I ROCKED it this year. I invited the friends FIVE DAYS ahead of time. I sent Greg to get the pizzas. And, best of all, I snagged frozen pumpkin pies — his ultimate favorite dessert — ON SALE. Really, this should be a lifestyle blog because I HAVE MY CRAP SO TOGETHER I SHOULD BE TELLING OTHER PEOPLE WHAT TO DO.
The morning of the party, we found some 4th of July streamers, wrapped them around our Christmas tree and, VOILA!, we were even decorated.
I pulled the pies out of the freezer to thaw and patted myself on the back for thinking ahead and honoring my kid in the way he wanted that was also EASY ON ME. Win/win, folks! Win/win.
Toward the end of the party, I put candles in the pies, and we sang Happy Birthday.
Which is when I saw the candles … leaning …
Like the Tower of Pisa.
And I noticed the filling was a little… soupy.
And the crust was kind of… doughy.
And that’s the moment I figured out THESE WERE NOT THAW-AND-SERVE PIES, friends.
These were RAW pies that needed to be COOKED.
RAW PIES. At the END OF THE PARTY.
Which is why I share this teeny, tiny Thanksgiving Tip with you today:
If you buy frozen pies, friend,
CHECK THE BOX to see if those suckers need baking.
And, if they do, I don’t know —
maybe BAKE THEM before serving.
In conclusion, the Pioneer Woman and I are basically the same person, and you should come here for lifestyle and baking techniques more often.
P.S. I did bake those pies.
P.P.S. They were ready 45 minutes after the party ended.
P.P.P.S. My kid was Not Unhappy because Less Pie for his guests meant More Pie for him. So we may still be working on social skills around here, but in my kid’s book, this was a major win. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯