Pies and Possession

Pies and Possession

3 pies today and a demon possession.

First the pie recipe. It’s good..

Maple Syrup Pecan Pie
Ingredients: 1 crust (single)

3 eggs

.5 cup light brown sugar, packed

1 cup maple syrup, pure

4 tablespoons butter, unsalted, melted

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2 cups pecans, coarsely chopped

Directions: Lightly grease a ten-inch pie pan and put the pie crust in. Set the oven at 400 degrees to pre-heat. Position a rack to the middle. In a bowl, beat the eggs until they are combined. Add the sugar and mix well. Stir in the maple syrup, butter, salt, vanilla, and pecans. Pour the filling into the pie crust and transfer to the oven. Bake the pie for 10 minutes. Reduce the temperature to 350 and bake for an additional 30-35 minutes or until the filling is set.

I think I burnt one a bit. I’m giving one to my friend Tim who makes my hair beautiful and is about the coolest guy ever and our next door neighbors who are always inviting the Bean over to play and made a jack o lantern with her this year. They really are the best neighbors I’ve ever had. They have two great adult kids and are so unbelievably kind.

That leaves us the burnt-ish one, or do I go out tomorrow and enough to make another better one? I hate to seem less than great for the big dinner. I enjoy putting all of it together, but today was not a great day and I got distracted while cooking.

Because my child was possessed by a demon. No really–we have a friend who says *that *explains 5 year old girl behavior and it sure seems like it. For the first time since she was around two I had to leave a grocery store. We met up with L and her son C and his grandmother for lunch at the Co-op, so L and I could do the last bit of Fangsgiving food shopping. It’s one of the few places I can get food without additives or preservatives, especially broth/stock (shortcut for dinner this time ). But no shopping. Lunch was loud and that’s not easy for me or the Bean. She was way too excited and couldn’t get a grip. She flounced and wiggled and spoke in tongues. She was petulant and just yucky. She even kicked C’s grandmother (she did apologize without prompting and didn’t mean to) when she was flailing. Then when we were ready to go shopping she got completely poopy about it, stomping her foot and dragging behind me and telling me how she didn’t want to go shopping and then then her head exploded and she started telling me how she didn’t like me and didn’t want to live at our house with all the rules and that I was yucky and she was going to build her own house with her own bed and her own TV and all the cats were going to live with her. And she WASN’T GOING SHOPPING. And I was done. I was tired anyway and this last bit of the cold is hanging on and well, I was embarrassed. So I got down next to her and looked her right in the eyes and said as quietly and as calmly as I could. That’s 3 and we’re leaving, you are behaving badly. And she burst into tears. And while we were walking to the car she tried to jerk her hand out of mine and run away (parking lot–dangerous and she knows not to do that and she looked at me while she was doing it with such ferocity and anger I was blown back. Then she screamed!~ Just a huge angry wordless scream. At home timeouts and a removal of a favored toy. And I cried at when she couldn’t see me, the words hurt.

I know she’s got teeth coming in, but that can’t be all of it. So Demon possession it is. I’m not sure where my incredibly sweet and well behaved little snugglebean went but she left an argumentative, contrary and demanding gidget in her place. It’s been going on for awhile since about September I guess. Probably some influence of kids at school, some growing independence, some big overpowering feelings, discomfort with her teeth and some need to test all the boundaries, repeatedly.

I guess. Sometimes with this mom thing? Feels like I’m flying blind and backwards. And days like today upside down too.

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One comment

  1. Ooooh, I like that explanation. I think Petunia is possessed by demons semi-regularly. Screaming, speaking in tongues, sounding like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Maybe I should get some holy water and start chanting “The power of Christ compels you.”

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