Oh, hazy month of glowing trees,—
And colors rich to charm our eyes!
Yet—not less fair than all of these
Are Mother’s fragrant pumpkin pies!
~Louise Bennett Weaver & Helen Cowles LeCron, “October,” A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina’s Best Recipes, 1917
Ah! on Thanksgiving Day, when from East and from West,
From North and from South come the pilgrim and guest…
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?
~John G. Whittier, “The Pumpkin”
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy! ~Terri Guillemets
As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples…. great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty-pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies… ~Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”
In our own glad and fortunate country the seasons are known by their respective dominant pies—for each there is an appropriate pie, with apple pie for all the year round…. The perfect days of June welcome the lip-painting berry pies…. Then, as nature paints the forests with her magic brush, comes in the golden glory of the year, the royal pumpkin pie! ~New York Times, 1902 May 3rd
I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Whatever the Americans are proud of — whatever they consider to be particularly good, useful, brilliant, or characteristic of themselves or their climate, they designate, half in jest, though scarcely half in earnest, as an “institution.” Thus the memory of George Washington is an institution; the Falls of Niagara are an institution… and Pumpkin (or Punkin) pie is an institution. ~Charles Mackay, Life and Liberty in America, 1850
But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie;
Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!
~Margaret Junkin Preston, “The First Thanksgiving Day, A.D. 1622,” 1887
May thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky
Golden-tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin Pie!
~John G. Whittier, “The Pumpkin”
Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie. ~Jim Davis
Thanksgiving day would be a side-play
Minus the golden Pumpkin;
No feast is complete, if they have not to eat,
A circle of yellow Pumpkin.
Oh! the Pumpkin pie will ever out-vie,
Johnny-cake, pone, or corn dodger,
You don’t need to chew, it melts like the dew,
When the sun shines bright on the clover.
~Mrs. May C. Hanks (b.1842), “Pumpkin is Queen” [Mrs. Hanks wrote under the pseudonym Minnehaha.
One dish, that wakens memory’s longing sigh —
The genuine, far-famed, Yankee pumpkin pie!
Who e’er has seen thee in thy flaky crust
Display the yellow richness of thy breast,
But, as the sight awoke his keenest gust,
Has own’d thee, of all cates the choicest, best?
Ambrosia were a fool, to thee compared,
E’en by the ruby hand of Hebe drest;
Thee, pumpkin pie, by country maids prepared,
With their white rounded arms above the elbow bared.
~Sophia Louisa Robbins Little (1799–1893), “Thanksgiving,” 1828 [Mrs. Little wrote under the pseudonym Rowena.
Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms that burst upon the enraptured gaze of Ichabod Crane as he entered the parlour… the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn… the doughty
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. ~Terri Guillemets