This could be a long story. . .
This morning I got the news that Ethan was expecting Chocolate Mousse pie for Thanksgiving. I wasn't planning on making one because
Keren is bringing her super chocolate custard pie (equally divine!) and I think it's an awesome replacement. But then Ethan gave me that "But mom, it's Thanksgiving!" look and I'm headed to Freddy's today to buy the ingredients. You see, he comes by this very naturally. . . I am after all the infamous "whipped cream snob" of the Wilde bunch.
Long ago. . .
When Gordon and I were engaged we headed to Alaska for Thanksgiving so I could meet his family before the wedding. We headed out to Big Lake for a HUGE thanksgiving feast at Grandpa's giant cabin in the woods. It was so fun! So many kids, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. Having grown up with essentially zero cousins (I never knew ANY, even though there are a couple I
believe) we had VERY small holidays. Just the seven of us. Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, Dad, and the three kids. So, we had fancy meals! China, crystal goblets, fancy homemade pies (pumpkin, pecan, and ALWAYS chocolate mousse - and always with fresh whipped cream - my mom's favorite), the works. It was lovely!
At Grandpa's house in the woods, it was very different. Wonderfully different! There were like 35 people there! It was snowy outside! We all ate on paper plates with plastic silverware sitting on the floor around the fire or Christmas tree. It was wonderful, and I loved it! So many cousins I suddenly had!
After dinner Gordon asked me what kind of pie I wanted. He offered the same as I was accustomed to! Pumpkin, pecan, and chocolate mousse! Of course, I'm a chocoholic, so I said chocolate! But, when he brought it to me, it was not chocolate mousse. It was chocolate pudding, with cool whip on top. (if I had 30 grandchildren that wanted chocolate pie, I'd probably do the same thing, by the way!!!) Later, I told Gordon that someday I would make him a
real chocolate mousse pie, with
real whipped cream, and as the word spread I was forever known after that as the "
whipped cream snob." I relish in that title. So be it. I am!
And since then I have introduced the Wilde kids to the joys of real whipped cream and true chocolate mousse. For years as a rebuttal
Keren would always bring a "chocolate pudding pie" just like grandma Claudia's. And the first couple of years it got eaten by Joseph and Spencer and
Keren. But in the past few years, it seems that I have converted even them! Last year
Keren tried a new chocolate custard pie recipe and it was DIVINE! We loved it, and maybe even more than chocolate mousse! So when she offered to bring it again this year, I was all over it. Simplify. . . it's my new thing.
But, when Ethan explained that he's just GOT to have Chocolate Mousse pie (it wouldn't be Thanksgiving with out it!), I guess I can kind of relate. He comes by it naturally. . .
So I'm off to Freddy's. . .