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One of the best parts of Thanksgiving is pie night.  All week, as I've been thinking about it/planning for it/shopping for it/baking for it, the words of Harold and the Purple Crayon keep running through my mind, about when he gets hungry and draws himself a "nice, simple picnic lunch." - 

"There was nothing but pie.  But there were all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best." 

And that, my friends, is the essence of pie night.  Thanks, Mom and Dad, for the awesome tradition!

Pie shells await the traditional squash pie at my mom's house… yum.

And at home, getting ready for tomorrow's pies… and waiting up (always SO much later than I had planned!) for the ones in the oven to be done so I can go to bed!