So it all started on thanksgiving. I became obsessed with pumpkin pie. See we went to my IL's house and Clark was only something like 3 weeks old. So they did the whole thing and we just showed up to eat since we were all still pretty disheveled from the birth and all. Dinner was good but there was no pumpkin pie! I was devastated, but being the polite person I am I ate the apple pie they served with a smile.
That week I had seen Martha Stewart make a Libby pumpkin pie on her show and it seemed simple enough. So I waited until my Mom came to visit and I bought all the ingredients and I planned to make one while my Mom was here figuring she could help me distract little ones if they woke from their naps mid pie making. Well, that pie turned out great. We all ate it happily with whipped cream on it every night until it was gone.
Now, this beautiful pie I made about 2 weeks ago when I continued to crave pumpkin pie. It was so easy the first time that I knew I could do it alone. Plus I still had a pie crust left, so there you have it. Isn't it a thing of beauty? I am drooling now just looking at it.