A Thanksgiving Day Memory or Two

Rose and I wound up in Salt Lake City having lived in and moved from Provo after she graduated from high school in California. We made the decision to eat at a modest diner close to Temple Square. Big mistake. It was so odd and impersonal to be out and among strangers on such a wonderful day. We determined we would never eat out again on a holiday and heat a turkey pot pie if need be at home. I also was not much of a baker then and actually made a pumpkin pie with the stringy insides of the pumpkin instead of the shell. Hard to believe but true. I guess I wasn't following a recipe and had no idea where pumpkin filling came from.