Monday, August 01, 2005
The Greatest Moment in History
It was, perhaps, a great moment in history.The setting for the evening was perfect.
We had partaken of an American tradition, some for the first time.
Our bellies were full and our transport home was so generously provided (service with a smile!).
As the petrol was pumped the moment arrived:
After the careful posing of our painstakingly-selected model, a photo was taken; the memory captured forever (until digital photos are outdated and sloughed from the world - or the world sloughed from the galaxy)."Hey wow! Check out the colour co-ordination between the pumpkin pie and the car's interior!"
But in one unanimous decision, the triad in possession of this great secretive knowgledge were kneaded, rolled and pressed into silence.
We could not rise from our self-enforced plate of pie dimension.
No, just as the two bought-fresh-at-Dunedin-Farmer's-market pumpkins were oiled, cooked, mashed and mixed with a delightful combination of
6 eggs
2 cups packed brown sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
2 cups evaporated milk
...so we would have to remain quiet until the time of revealing.
