Pies and such.
"That's a lot of chrusciki," he said.
"That's a lot of <Methodist> pies," I said.
What we were referring to was my mom's need of fifteen 5# bags of flour. You can tell it's <A HREF="http://pumpkinfestival.8k.com/">Pumpkin Festival</A> time by the amount of flour they need for pie-baking.
Oh, the insanity that is the Pumpkin Festival... It's fun for about an hour, if you're between the ages of 18 and 30. If you're young, there's plenty to do. If you're old, there's plenty to do. Your only hope for people my age is to be able to share it with your friends or your children.
I do wish the church still turned the fellowship hall into a "restaurant." The food was always so good. I miss that. The pie sale always coincided, and we always made several thousand dollars. But now, the people are old, and until the young folks take over (which I think will happen soon) they can't handle the work.
So, like my Great Aunt Addie, they bake pies till they hurt. From scratch, of course. Oooh, homemade pies.
I have to go before I start drooling on my keyboard.