Pumpkin Pie

It’s the final day of Thanksgiving Prep Week, and what better way to finish things off than with dessert! This is a classic pumpkin pie recipe that I have had in my collection for at least 20 years. I tweak it a bit for my hubberman’s tastes (he hates nutmeg with a burning hot passion.)

Pumpkin Pie

  • 1 (9 inch) unbaked pastry shell
  • 1 (16 oz) can of pumpkin puree (about 2 cups)
  • 1 can of sweetened condensed milk
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp ground ginger
  • 1/2 tsp ground nutmeg (I usually leave this out)
  • 1/2 tsp salt

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a large mixing bowl, combine all ingredients (except the crust!) and mix well. Place pastry shell in pie plate and pour pumpkin mixture into pastry shell. Bake 15 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees. Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until a knife inserted 1 inch from the edge comes out clean. Cool and serve.

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On Asbury Avenue

Hey folks! Taking a quick detour from Thanksgiving Prep Week to participate in another Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled carb-laden goodness tomorrow.


I think we all have ways of revisiting our childhood, opening doors to our past. We visit the amusement parks we went to as children, or maybe make a return trip to our elementary school. Sometimes it’s as simple as picking up a favorite old stuffed animal. I have a lot of physical, concrete connections to my childhood. My parents still live in the same house I was brought home to after I was born. Many of my favorite books as a child now sit on my kids’ bookshelves. Mom never throws anything of ours away, so every time I go over for a visit there’s some little snippet of my childhood she’s dug up from a drawer. Snoopy colored pencil set and rainbow erasers, anyone? Mom’s got you covered.

But you can’t always go back.

My family has vacationed in Ocean City, NJ every summer since I was 4 years old. From age 4 to 24, we rented the same house on Asbury Avenue. The memories from that house flood my psyche at the mere mention of “The Shore.”

The steps to the side door. That door would open for the first time each summer, I would see those steps up to the 2nd floor, and vacation had officially arrived. Dad would see those steps and groan at the thought of all the luggage he would have to haul up. I remember how those steps looked at night, when we would come home happy and tired from the boardwalk, our arms filled with the treats we had purchased.

The back bedroom with the plastic flowers hanging from the ceiling. My big sisters getting ready in their pretty swimsuits in front of the bedroom mirror. Me wishing I was old enough to have a cool swimsuit like theirs. The closet that smelled of mothballs. The chenille coverlets on the beds. I recovered from chicken pox in those beds one year. I remember how crisp and clean mom’s sheets felt on those beds. How waking up each morning of our two week stay in that house was the very essence of summer and relaxation. Nothing but a fun-filled day of sea and sand stretching in front of me.

I etched my name in one of the dresser drawers.

I would twirl down the hallway in my swimsuit.

That tiny bathroom with the tub I would just about fill with sand when I cleaned off after the beach. I remember how fresh the water smelled as I washed off. And when I emerged from the bathroom all squeaky clean in my summer clothes, my dad would always remark at how fresh and nice I looked. He probably doesn’t even realize he did that every year, but it was something I looked forward to hearing from him.

That outside shower where all that sand was supposed to go. The water would run under the door of the outside shed and puddle in the sidewalk beside it. I remember how cool that puddle felt under my hot feet.

The fireplace in the living room – did anyone ever use it?

Those aquamarine walls. I wouldn’t want them any other color.

The dining room with the glass table. Home to many a spaghetti dinner. Everything tastes better at the shore.

The little kitchen. Where we would eat our hoagies for our first dinner at the shore each year. That kitchen and its contents are solely responsible for my addiction to antique Fiestaware and Swanky Swig juice glasses. The cupboard was stocked to the brim with the colorful kitchenware.

The porch. The green indoor/outdoor carpet, the red patio furniture, the awning. They all said summer to me. I would sit there, morning, noon or night…and just think. Watch the world go by and think. I would eat my Rosetti’s water ice on that porch and pretend I was a character in my own version of The Outsiders. Breakfasts on that porch were heavenly. Mom and me in our robes sipping orange juice and feeling the salt air on our sleepy faces. Does it get any better than that? I used to play shell shop on that porch. Line up my shells and sell them to whichever poor family member happened to be sitting on the porch with me that day. We always had a front seat for the antique car parade.

The front windows. They bring back memories, too. Looking out and watching the traffic go by – the distinctive “clunk clunk” the cars made as they drove over the seams on Asbury Avenue. When I was a little older, I would look out those windows late at night while watching Carson and Letterman. After Carson, the Shell Shop sign across the street would go out. After Letterman, the realty sign would click off. I found that so comforting for some reason. The predictability of those signs “going to sleep” each night. How the clunck cluncks of the cars would slow as it grew later, giving way to faint sounds of the ocean. What a summer lullaby.

Then we stopped renting that house. There just wasn’t room anymore. Not enough bedrooms and bathrooms for all the husbands and grandkids that were added to the mix. That late summer when Hurricane Floyd hit and we had to leave early…I think that was the last time I was in that house. Had I known it was the very last time…

I think I would have paused on the way out.

Said goodbye – touched a wall or two.

I don’t know, something mawkish like that. When you have that many memories wrapped up in a house, I think you have license to be maudlin and caress a couple inanimate objects.

But I figured it would always be there. I figured I could always go back.

After all, even after we began renting elsewhere, we would pass by on the way to Kessel’s Korner and I would look up at that 2nd floor porch and smile…like a nod to an old friend with whom you have a long history.

I looked over that same way in April, 2005 while on a day trip to the beach. Ready to smile at my old friend. I had done the rounds…drive by Kessel’s Korner…all is well…opening in late April. Pass by the Discovery Shell Museum, open for business as usual.

In an instant…

The unchanged buildings on either side of the empty space…it was as if they stood by with guilty sheepishness…the house was gone, and they could offer no explanation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a small lot so bare as that lot of cinder block and rubble. In that instant, I could almost hear the audible sound of a door shutting.

You can’t always go back.

No-Cook Cranberry Relish

Welcome to day three of Thanksgiving Prep Week!

This recipe goes back a long way. It was 1994. I was engaged to Hubberman (I guess he was “Fianceman” then,) still living with my folks, planning a wedding, and preparing for life as a married woman. One night, in a particularly frenzied display of neuroticism, I came to the frightening conclusion that I didn’t have nearly enough recipes in my personal arsenal. All of a sudden I was panicking – how would Fianceman and I survive if I didn’t have a recipe box bursting with recipes?? I began frantically pouring over every home and cooking magazine I could get my hands on, clipping like a mad woman. This recipe was one the fruits of this neurotic labor.

Sure, my fears were unfounded and a wee bit over the top. What I didn’t realize then was that it takes time and effort to accumulate a collection of tried and true recipes. All of the recipes I clipped back then are still in my collection, but many have never been prepared. This one is an exception.

I made this recipe that very same year on a trip to New Jersey to celebrate Thanksgiving with Fianceman’s family. I’ve been making it ever since. I’ve made it enough years now that Thanksgiving just isn’t the same for me without it.

No Cook Cranberry Relish

No-Cook Cranberry Relish
Adapted from a recipe clipped frantically from Good Housekeeping Magazine

  • 1 bag cranberries
  • 1 can halved, peeled apricots in heavy syrup
  • ½ cup(s) (about 4 ounces) pitted prunes
  • ¼ cup(s) sugar or sweetener of your choice (I have used agave and honey with great results)
  • 1 teaspoon(s) grated peeled gingerroot (sometimes I use a 1/4 tsp of ground ginger in a pinch)

1. In food processor with knife blade attached, blend cranberries until coarsely chopped (or with knife, coarsely chop cranberries on cutting board); remove to medium bowl.

2. Drain syrup from apricots into bowl with cranberries.

3. Place drained apricots and prunes into the food processor and blend until smooth. Add to bowl of cranberries.

4. Stir apricots, prunes, sugar, and ginger into cranberries. Cover relish and refrigerate at least 1 hour. (it’s even better if it sits overnight.) Serve relish with roast poultry or baked ham.

Sweet Potato Casserole

Welcome to day two of Thanksgiving Prep Week!

My sister-in-law shared this next recipe with me. I was immediately smitten with the alternating stripes of pecans and marshmallows. Guests can go for a portion that’s topped mainly with pecans, one that’s more marshmallow-y, or go for a mixture of both! The sweet potatoes underneath those yummy toppings are some of the best I’ve tried. After preparing this recipe for the first time, I knew it would have a permanent spot in my home’s holiday cookbook.

Sweet Potato Casserole

Sweet Potato Casserole

Sweet Potatoes:

  • 4 large sweet potatoes
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 2 eggs, beaten
  • ½ cup milk
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • ⅓ cup butter, melted
  • 1 teaspoon maple syrup

Topping:

  • 1 cup packed brown sugar
  • ½ cup all-purpose flour
  • ⅓ cup butter, melted
  • 1 cup chopped pecans
  • 2 cups mini marshmallows

1. Bake sweet potatoes at 400 degrees for 45-60 minutes until tender.

2. Peel and mash the baked sweet potatoes after they are cool enough to work with. Add sugar, eggs, milk, salt, melted butter and maple syrup. Mix well and transfer into a greased 9×13-inch dish.

3. Mix the brown sugar, flour, melted butter and pecans in a separate bowl. Crumble mixture evenly over sweet potatoes in diagonal rows.

4. Bake at 350 degrees F for 25 minutes. Add mini marshmallows to alternate rows and bake for an additional 15 minutes until the marshmallows are golden brown.

Three Cheese Corn Casserole

Welcome to Thanksgiving Prep Week! All week long, I’ll be posting tried-and-true recipes well-suited for the Thanksgiving table. Some of these recipes are recent finds, while others have had a place of honor in my recipe box since I was a newlywed. I hope in these recipes you’ll find just the right addition to your Thanksgiving (or any holiday!) menu. So let’s begin, shall we?

This first dish is a relatively recent addition to my personal cookbook. My mom shared the original recipe with me (actually, I think it was my dad that found and baked the recipe, but my mom was the one who extolled its cheesy, comfort food virtues.)

This is a fluffy, sweet and savory bread pudding-like casserole with little pockets of cheesy goodness baked throughout. It will make a decadent addition to your holiday table. Hopefully, you’ll be so woozy from the tryptophan in the Thanksgiving turkey that you won’t have the energy to quibble over the fat grams. Trust me, it’s worth it.

Three Cheese Corn Casserole

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You’ll need:

  • 1 stick unsalted butter, melted, plus additional for greasing
  • 3 cups fresh (or frozen, defrosted) corn kernels, divided
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 4 ounces each of Monterey Jack and cheddar cheese, cut into ½-inch cubes
  • ½ cup cornmeal
  • 1 (4-oz) can diced green chiles
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Generously butter (or use cooking spray) on a 2-quart rectangular casserole dish.

2. In a blender or food processor, puree 1 cup of the corn kernels with melted butter and eggs.

3. In a large bowl, combine all remaining ingredients except Parmesan. Add pureed corn mixture and mix well. Pour into casserole dish, sprinkle with Parmesan, and bake for 40 minutes, or until set and golden (check on it at 30 minutes – you don’t want it to dry out, but you want it to be completely set in the middle.)

This dish can be sliced and served in small squares to feed a crowd. Enjoy!

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