Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and from South, come the pilgrim and guest,... When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Calico Pie, The little Birds fly... Down to the calico tree, Their wings were blue, And they sang "Tilly-loo!" Till away they flew-- And they never came back to me!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kitchens were different then, too--not only what came out of them, but their smells and sounds. A hot pie cooling smells different... from a frozen pie thawing. Oilcloth and linoleum and apples in an open bowl and ruffled rubber aprons make a different aromatic mix from Formica and ceramic tile and mangoes in an acrylic fruit ripener and plastic-coated aprons printed with "Who invited all these tacky people?" And the kitchen sounds. I am not sure that today's kitchen is noisier. But the noises are different. Today you get the song of the food processor and the blender, the intermittent hum of the reefer and the freezer, the buzz-slosh-and-grunt of the dishwasher, the violently audible digestive processes of the waste disposal in the sink. Then it was the whir and clatter of the hand-powered eggbeater, the thunk-thunk-thunk of somebody mashing potatoes, or, in green-pea season, the crisp pop of pea pod and the rattle-rattle-rattle of peas into the pan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At Joe's Eats You get your fish or chicken on meat platters.... With coleslaw, macaroni, candied sweets, Coffee and apple pie. You go out full. (The end is--isn't it?--all that really matters.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lovers may be--and indeed generally are--enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy ...and a something of Self in all their speculations.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now he sings of Jacky Horner, Sitting in the chimney corner,... Eating of a Christmas pie, Putting in his thumb, O fie! Putting in, O fie! his thumb, Pulling out, O strange, a plum.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And I was yong and ful of ragerye, Stibourne and strong and joly as a pie:... How coude I daunce to an harpe smale, And singe, ywis, as any nightingale, Whan I hadde dronke a draughte of sweete win.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »