Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1908-11-20
The Thanksgiving
Pie That HE Made
BY CLARA

BY CLARA AiNSWOHiH n.
What. no pie with our ~Thanksgiv-
ing dinner! Why. / never heard or
such a thing"
but have a nice pudding.
PLUMP
NO"
well, plum pudding or mince pie is
the only proper thing for a Thanksgtv-
ing dinner. We simply have TO nave
one of them," said Tom Hastings.
II am sure my dessert is very nice
and quite proper Mrs. Tom
with dignity.
Tom shook his head sadly: "All right
for any other day. but not for Thanks
irving" Then, brightly: why, 1T Is
not too late yet; we can make a pie!'
TON, are you crazy? 1t takes years
of experience to make a pie. Mother
made such delicious ones that / never
had the courage to try. -,
Poor, timid little girl. Well. viii
make q pie and you can learn poise
and piemaking all In one lesson. Got
any prepared mincemeat in the house?
"Tbank goodness-no!" exclaimed his
wife, foolishly thinking that settled
it.
well 1 will run over to the store
| and get some. Keep up a not nre
and good spirits while I'm gone.
The look of horror on Mrs. Hast
| IngS pretty race STbuudtiy laNS' 49,
He won't find a store open today.
But - order TO get pie off his brain.
I'll telephone to Jack to take MN out
i'm his automobile. Clever girl. If l can't
make pie" she chuckled gleefully, as
she hung up the phone after
with Jack Emerson to happen around
at once and take Tom out riding.
Mr.. and Mrs. Hastings, being a most
hospitable young couple, had deter
mined to celebrate their first Thanks
giving In their cosy new home by a lit
tie dinner party. Tom prided himself
on being q handy man who could 40
anything about the house, but previous
experience a taught his more eau
tious wife hat "a little learning is a
dangerous thing" when applied to a
mans knowledge of cooking. Expert
ence had also shown her h a arguing
was useless: he must either have his
way to the bitter end or be headed OF
by strategy.
well, 1 a a great chase, but ! fir
| ally got it, and everything else to make
a fine pie" said Tom r~adiantly, as he
unloaded at the kitchen table. Now
for the pie. Hello! who is that?" as the
telephone bell rang well, Jack, want
me to come around help fix up your
auto, SO we can go riding this morn
ing? Sorry, old man, but I'm busy.
Can't possibly, No, can't do IT,"
ooh, Tom, please, please go" begged
his wife.
Thanks, awfuliy; can't do it. old
boy"
why, no, Dora as he rung off.
1--WE got to stay home and make that
pie. We can't disappoint Il guests"
You surely aren't going to make a
pie now!" walled the partner of his
joys and sorrows In other culinary ven
lures, quite broken by the collapse of
har crhan1n IN oct him 1wny from fur
Their pitfalls.
"Of course | an. Get things out for
me, and you make the filling and be
sure to have it Just Dustin with rails
ms and richness as the small boy
said"
Dent try it. Tom. You'll make an
awful failure II spoil the whole din
ner."
w fail! Screw your courage 20 the
sticking point and We'll not fail" quot
ed Tom gaily, waving the cool book In
the air. Let me see-One cup OF
shortening, three cups flour, pinch Of
salt. ice water enough to hold together
How extremely simply! Any one with
ordinary common sense n a good
cook book can cook anything"
Fools rush in where angels fear TO
tread" murmured his wife wicked.y.
The pastry-maker mixed and stirred
noisily, turnd the dough out on the
board, and, with man. pats and -four
ishes, made it into a firm ball.
Don't handle it SO much: you aren't
modelling in clay" cautioned his spec
tator.
I'm making this pie. Mrs. Hastings"
her husband retorted with cheerful in
nocence. Mrs. Hastings turned her
back and busted her brain with evolv-
ing plans t. Illustrate the piemaking
yet. After much tasting and stirring
J che a~nlofraaJ !. ssNVatI Jt-a unniInAf the
mincemeat. 1t is burned dreadfully."
Let me see. Oh, that's not hurt:
your sense Of taste suffers when you're
nervous"
Every scheme falls through. How
can / ever outwit him now?" thought
the poor woman
AT the exciting moment which no
amateur ought toapproach with untried
hands. that of transferring the crust
to the plate, II broke into as many
pieces rs the lost tribe of Israel, and
for once even Toms serenity was dis
turbed.
"Oh. well, I'll just have to recon
struct the anatomy OF that pie, that's
ALL and he patiently gathered the frag-
ments together and rolled IT out four
times before he was satisfied. At last
1t was all done to his apparent salts
faction and baked brown
There, Dora Hastings! did you Eve
see a finer pie?" he asked. proudly SUR
veying the work of his hands. 'Rict
and brown-that's the way to make
them"
IT'S too hot on that new oilcloth
I'll move 1t over here" began Mrs
Hastings, and then screamed: "Oh. It'll
so hot" and dropped 1t. The pie slipped
out OF the plate. rolled against ths
table leg and landed right side up with
out q break.