“Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater

Had a wife and could not keep her;

Put her in a pumpkin shell

And there he kept her very well.”

(nursery rhyme, author unknown)

Say what? As a child, this was just another nursery rhyme, but as an adult, I am flabbergasted. I hope you are, too. Could this have prejudiced me against pumpkins and pumpkin pie?

The prevalence of pumpkin pies in the grocery stores made me think of pumpkins, then think of the rhyme.

I never cared much for pumpkin pie.  Maybe it was because my mom did not like pumpkin pies. She and her Black friends only baked sweet potato pies (Southern tradition), which I really liked.

Anyway, my friend Suzanne, a non-Black woman, gave me a pumpkin pie she had made. I felt I had to eat some of it to be polite.  Much to my surprise, it was delicious.  I asked Suzanne for the recipe, expecting it to be some family secret.  She laughed. It turns out the recipe is on the back of Libby’s canned pumpkin.

So … there you have it. Pumpkin pies may actually compete with sweet potato pies in my book. Hope you have either kind for the holidays.

Bon Appetit.