The responsibility for our Thanksgiving meal falls primarily on Terri’s very capable shoulders. I gladly assume the role of sous-chef, which in my case is a hoity-toity name for a potato-peeler. But when it comes to the pumpkin pie, I (along with Miss Libby) step up to the plate – pun intended.
I’m not sure how experienced cooks test for pie doneness, but once it stops jiggling, I poke a knife in the center (as per the instructions on the can). If it comes out clean, it’s done. The only problem with this approach is that the knife leaves unsightly slashes in the middle of an otherwise beautiful, unblemished tart.
The solution for this problem comes from the world of mathematics, specifically, the 16th letter of the Greek Alphabet … π. Now your pumpkin pie not only looks delicious, it can be the starting point for a really boring Thanksgiving conversation. I guess this is a whole new twist on “Life of Pi.”
P.S. Terri says, “Welcome to my world.”