Friday, November 3, 2023

A Simple Pumpkin Pie Recipe for Thanksgiving

IRTE cast member Natalie (the Recipe) Hunter shares a very easy-to make and uncomplicated Thanksgiving Recipe she found in Stuart Marfa's Real Simple Woman's Healthy Day Magazine.

Pumpkin Pie Recipe

The air is crisp, the leaves are falling. Ah, yes, my friends. It’s that time of year again. Autumn.

This time of year always reminds me of when my husband went off to war. The day was November 10th. Thanksgiving was around the corner and his favorite dish I would prepare is my pumpkin pie.

So I cooked one up the night before he was meant to leave for the war after he had fallen asleep. Admittedly, I couldn’t remember what time his flight was but I knew it was in the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t want to wake him up so instead I would get up every hour on the hour to pop the pumpkin pie back in the oven to keep it warm and keep the pumpkin scent going.

With each hour that passed by, I grew wearier. So much so that I mistakenly put my cat sitting beside the delectable dessert into the oven. I had nodded off in front of the oven and woke up to the sound of my cat desperately yowling and clawing at the door.

I grabbed my oven mitts and pulled out my slightly singed cat, Reginald, out of the oven. Somehow my husband had slept through the commotion but my five children came stampeding down the stairs.

Once assuring everything was ok, Little Timmy noticed my frazzled state and suggested I have some of my special mommy juice. It was the smartest thing he had said all year. I popped the pie back in the oven, sent my little ones to bed and drank a few bottles of wine to calm my nerves.


I awoke on the couch to my husband coming down the stairs. I asked him what time it was and he informed me that it was 6:45 AM of the following day. He explained to me that I had been passed out on the couch all day but luckily, I had gotten the date wrong and he was actually leaving today. 

He also notified me that he had woken up to the smell of burning ambrosia and the sound of the fire alarm, which I had somehow slept through. I apologized profusely and offered to make him a new pumpkin pie. But he explained that he had eaten the burnt pie and that he had liked it better that way. He told me it was the best ambrosia I ever made.

Before he left for the war, I kissed him on the cheek as our five children ran to his feet and wrapped their little bodies around his legs. They begged him not to leave but he told them he had an important duty to fulfill.

Miraculously, he was only gone a fortnight and made it home for Thanksgiving. He said he completed his militaristic responsibilities but may be drafted again any day now. I was just relieved he found an opportunity to do something meaningful and wasn’t cheating on me again.

Anyway, here’s the new and improved recipe for my world-famous pumpkin pie.


Pumpkin Pie

2 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
1 can (15 oz) pumpkin
1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk 

3 bottles of wine

1 resilient cat 

3 cups tears


Leave in oven for 28 hours. Ignore smoke alarm.


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Fridays and Saturdays. 
November 10, 11, 17 & 18,
December 1, 2, 8 & 9, 2023

8:00-9:30pm

The Producers Club, 358 West 44th Street
Between 9th & 10th Ave
New York, NY

Tickets: $20 on-line, $25 cash only at the door





Monday, February 20, 2023

An open letter from L. Harris

To Whom it May Concern:


I know you might be finding me one day, alone and deceased in this Apt 19D so I wanted to explain a few things…..


I’ve lived here for so long, I don’t even remember how it got to this state of disarray.

When I first moved in, it was totally empty and filled with possibilities.

I really tried to keep up with housekeeping but as you can see, did not do well with that.

I have a hard time throwing anything away.  What if I need a box that size to store something in the future -or if I need to send a package to someone?  So I just stacked everything up in piles.

The piles look neat to me - and I know where everything is - but to someone from the outside it just looks like a mess.




This is why I never invited anyone over for dinner or just to hang out - I mean years ago when I was more social.

I was embarrassed to have anyone else see it.

But I know that some day I will be gone, and none of this stuff will matter.

Not the newspapers, the magazines, the boxes, the empty coffee cans, the souvenirs from Coney Island, the mug with the broken handle, the calendars that I couldn’t bear to part with because what if I needed to remember when my last dentist appointment was?


I never really got the knack of digital calendars so I just kept with the regular ones.

I did get used to online shopping but that just caused more problems. When the packages came and the product wasn’t what I expected, I never returned it I just saved it in the pile thinking well maybe one day I would find use for it.


Probably I inherited these traits from my parents because they were very nostalgic about things and kept every letter they ever received, every greeting card, every gift they gave each other too.



I was watching a show about some Royal funeral procession and everything was so ornate and there were thousands of people attending the funeral in a huge church.


It got me thinking about when I go - say I die alone in this apartment….. Who will miss me? How long will it be before someone finds me?  At that point it won’t matter to me because I’ll be gone.


As they look through the apartment they will find all the material items, but won’t know what each of them meant to me at some point in my life - what sentimental value they have.


One thing I do hope is that maybe the pigeons who always fly around outside my window will know when I pass…. And they will gather on the windowsill one time in a solemn memorial to me.  Then they will fly away and look for another apartment windowsill where someone leaves the stale bread for them, and maybe become a friend to someone lonely.


Sincerely,

L. Harris

Apt. 19D





Fridays and Saturdays. 
Remaining shows
February 24, 25, March 3, 4, 10 & 11
8:00-9:30pm

The Producers Club, 358 West 44th Street
Between 9th & 10th Ave
New York, NY

Tickets: $20 on-line, $25 cash only at the door