The questions begin after Thanksgiving dinner: what is this thing that is pictured below and has been brought by an invitee to the Thanksgiving dinner, and just what constitutes a pie?
It’s purported to be a pie by the maker, though no one is sure to have heard him say “it’s a pie” when he brought it up the steps through the front door and into the kitchen, insisting it be put into the refrigerator to be able to ‘cool’.
We all gather around the table to eat our Thanksgiving feast—turkey with dressing, three kinds of salads, homemade cranberry sauce, green beans, homemade rolls, a Chateaubriand with Bernaise, and more. Then we take a break before we eat dessert.
The man who’s made the pie that’s pictured has disappeared: he’s dutybound to take someone who has to be somewhere else home.
When he disappears the desserts are presented, including homemade lemon tarts, a pear pie, a pecan pie, a chocolate torte, vanilla ice cream. Every one of them is delicious.
Nobody touches the pie the man who left early brought to the party. The pie just sits there; one person who looks at it says it looks like Tikka masala, another sees a toilet bowl, and a third person says it looks to her like a cooling tank at a nuclear power plant where nuclear waste is stored.
