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Quotations about Pumpkin Pie

Pumpkin Pie is golden brown and rich as an old gold coin. Its smell is autumn made manifest. ~Hal Borland, "Pumpkin Pie," 1963  [a little altered –tg]

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

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it. ~Robert Brault,

The pumpkin lies yellow, beneath the cold skies, it's luscious and mellow, and ready for pies. So tenderly bear it away from the vine, and slice it and pare it and mash it up fine; oh, put in the spices, surround it with crust, and then in three trices we'll eat till we bust! ~Walt Mason (1862–1939), "The Pumpkin"

The very inner being of a Pumpkin Pie is rich with eggs and cream and smooth to the tongue. It makes the taste buds rejoice with ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, and secret spice. And it is tenderly enclosed, cupped like the precious thing it is, in a crust that melts in the mouth. ~Hal Borland, "Pumpkin Pie," 1963  [a little altered –tg]

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 Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), "The Pumpkin"

O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy! ~Terri Guillemets, "Flaky crust happiness," 2010

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," 1820

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! ~The New York Times, 1902

Pumpkin Pie is one of the great glories of autumn in our land. When you find it, you celebrate. You know then that the pumpkin was put into this world not to become a jack-o'-lantern or a dooryard decoration. You know that it was put here to become a very special pie, and that you were put here to discover it. ~Hal Borland, "Pumpkin Pie," 1963  [a little altered –tg]

Whatever the Americans are proud of — whatever they consider to be peculiarly 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 General Washington... is an institution; the Falls of Niagara are an institution; the Plymouth Rock... "Sweet potatoes" are an institution, and pumpkin (or punkin) pie is an institution... ~Charles Mackay, "American Firemen," 1857

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. ~Terri Guillemets, "Seasonal emotions," 2011

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

Who doesn't want pumpkin pie for breakfast? That's the breakfast of champions... ~Erika Jayne, The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, "Grilling Me Softly," 2019, S9, E13  [I've had pumpkin pie for breakfast more often than I've had it for dessert! It goes great with iced tea or coffee. —tg]

May thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky
Golden-tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin Pie!
~John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), "The Pumpkin"

Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie. ~Jim Davis, 2001

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. –tg]

But the grand event of the meal was the pumpkin pie. None of your little, thin, emaciated, leather-bound pumpkin pies; but deep, thick, golden-yellow, baked in a brown crockery plate. ~David Grayson (Ray Stannard Baker), "We Are Thankful," Adventures in Understanding, 1925

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. –tg]

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 dough-nut, the crisp and crumbling cruller, sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes; apple pies and peach pies and pumpkin pies; preserved fruits; bowls of milk and cream, with the motherly tea-pot sending up its clouds of vapour from the midst. His heart dilated and he was filled with good cheer, as his spirits rose with eating, as some men's do with drink. He did ample justice to every dainty. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow," 1820  [a little altered –tg]

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