Thanksgiving comes to Crete.

Today was pie day! First, I made the crust, from scratch. And lest anyone dare say, “Jane made pie crust from scratch? Ha!” here is photographic evidence as I carefully roll the dough with a glass because there is no rolling pin, nowhere,..,.,not here, not at the market, along with the absence of measuring cups or measuring spoons. I think I just became the queen of improvisation.

Next, you see the crusts artfully placed in the best substitute for a aluminum foil pie plate we could find.

Now you see them filled with the completed pumpkin pie filling (okay, it’s squash, but it tastes just like pumpkin, really). I even had to run to the market to get more sugar (okay, I walked because running would have made me appear weirder to the people here than I already am). Into the oven to bake and voila!

Thanksgiving comes to Platanias, Crete! The delicious smell of pumpkin pie baking is now wafting through the little streets.

We found a can of redi whip and sprayed it on my little masterpiece and, mmmmmmmm!!!! It was delicious!