Gluten Free Vegan Pumpkin Gingerbread Pie

A week or two ago, I posted about how I had always wanted to try baking a pumpkin pie from scratch. With it being the holiday season, I thought it was fitting to invite all of you to join me in a challenge of sorts. I thought maybe some of you might like to bake your pie from scratch too.

I understand that not everybody has the time, or the patience. For some people, pouring a can of pre mixed puree into a frozen pie crust is completely acceptable, and hey- whatever works for you. Some of you may have said "yes! I've always wanted to bake a pie from scratch, I'm doing it!", and then something came up, and it just didn't happen. Thats ok too.

Its never too late to get your pie on.

The day before Thanksgiving, I did it. I looked my baking pumpkin (that I had previously bought from the commissary), straight in the face, and told him to get ready for one heck of a day. I washed him up, cut him in half, and threw him into a hot oven, promising him that by the time the sun went down, he'd emerge a beautiful pie.






And that, is how you do that.

After my pumpkin was all pureed to a creamy orange mush, and I was good and proud of myself (really, I was beaming with domestic rays of sunshine)- It was time to bake my pie.

I had a kinda-sorta idea of the flavors that I wanted to mix, but couldn't find a recipe to match my plan anywhere. So I wrinkled up my forehead, looked awkwardly over my shoulder at my 3 year old, anxiously awaiting her approval for taking on another challenge, and dug both of my hands deep into the spice cabinet. I have failed (totally bombed, burnt, and been defeated) at creating many recipes in my kitchen, so I have to admit, I was scared. I had worked so hard on roasting my pumpkin, and made such a huge mess of the kitchen (I clean up as I go, though), I knew I'd be devastated if my pie turned out horribly. Too bad I had my heart set on a pumpkin gingerbread pie, huh?

Well.

I ended up creating the most beautiful pie in the world. Just like I had promised my nervous baking pumpkin earlier in the day. I try to hold true to my word like that.

So...

The Crust:
-1 bag of gluten free vegan gingersnaps.
-4 tablespoons Earth Balance.
-2 tablespoons soy creamer.

Crush up cookies. Mix with melted Earth Balance and Soy Creamer. Put into greased pie pan. Bake at 350 for 10 minutes.

The Pie:
-2 cups of pureed pumpkin.
-3/4 cup soy creamer.
-1 cup sugar.
-2 Tbsp Earth Balance.
-1/2 tsp vanilla.
-1 tsp ginger.
-1/4 tsp nutmeg.
-1 1/2 tsp cinnamon.
-1/4 tsp cream of tartar.
-1/2 tsp baking powder.
-1/4 tsp xanthan gum.
-1/2 tsp salt.
-4 Tbsp tapioca starch.

Combine all of the above ingredients in a blender. Blend it up. A lot. Pour into your pre baked homemade pie crust. Cover the edges of the pie with foil, so that your crust doesn't burn. Bake your pie at 350 degrees, for 90 minutes. Yes, 90.

Do not eat this pie until it has completely cooled. Wait until the next day if you can. I know, its hard, but- trust me?

And if all goes well, you'll have something that looks something similar to...



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Did you bake a pumpkin pie completely from scratch? If you did, thats rad. Seriously, rad. I'm really anxious to see your pies. Please leave the link to your pictures and recipe on the link list below. I won't be surprised if my list looks a little empty, but I hope that as the holiday season continues, y'all will join in on the challenge. Because like I said earlier, its never to late to get your pie on.

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Trimming the Tree

The day after Thanksgiving, as tradition holds, we put up our Christmas tree.

Growing up in Washington state, on a Christmas tree farm no less, we always had freshly cut trees. I'd go with my dad each year, he was dressed in a thick quilted flannel, carrying a chainsaw, and we'd pick the perfect tree, chop it down, and carry it back home. He'd throw it over his shoulder, and we'd walk down the gravel road back to the house together. I think there were a few years where we drove, but those aren't the times I remember. When I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough, I can still feel the sting of the cold on my finger tips and nose. I can smell the saw dust that lingered in the air, long after the chainsaw had stopped running. And best of all, I can hear my dads laugh, as if he were sitting here right next to me.

There was no announcement to indicate the last year of our tradition. No red flag, no hint of "enjoy this while you can Tia, because this is the end of the road for you". One year it just, stopped. Life got rocky, for my parents. We moved from our home on the Christmas tree farm, into a house in the city. 6 months after the move, our house flooded. We continued to live there for a few years, things never having gone back to normal after the disaster, but then moved from that house, to a new house, back out in the country- only to have that house taken away, for reasons beyond my parents control. By that point, my dad had turned into a total Grinch, and Christmas was more of a chore to him than anything else.

We never went out for another Christmas tree.

Maybe if our Christmas tree hunting would have ended on a better note, I'd be more interested in continuing on with the tradition, but because it breaks my heart to think about the transformation in my dads holiday cheer, I haven't wanted another live tree since.

My first Christmas in Portland, when I lived in my 300 square foot studio apartment, I had borrowed a little fiber-optic tree from a friend of my moms. It was beautiful though, perfect for me and my new downtown girl city life. By that point, I had met Christopher. He flew home for Christmas that year, to visit his family up in Boise, and I remember one night laying on my bed alone, watching my tree flash from one color to to the next, wondering what life had in store for me. I was laying in my apartment. Next to a fake tree. There were a few gifts under it, things that I had gotten for some friends of mine, wrapped in newspaper that I had gotten from the deli on the corner. It was a completely different kind of Christmas that I was used to.

It was at that moment, that I realized, Christmas can be whatever I want it to be. And I want it to be wonderful, no matter what. I want it to be magical.

Years later, after Christopher and I had gotten married, moved down to Texas, and had our first child, we decided to buy a tree. Not a real tree, but a fake tree, that we could count on being in our lives every year. Our tradition, would be to put up our 7ft Martha Stewart tree (we got it at a 50% off sale, snagged the last one right off the display) the day after Thanksgiving. We would listen to Christmas music and decorate everything in sight, until Christmas spirit is spilling out of our ears. There will be no bah humbugging allowed in this house, ever. No matter what.

You're going to be cheery, and you're going to like it.

Eleanore loved hanging up the ornaments. She got so overwhelmed by the excitement that she started tripping over her own feet, and stumbling on her words. She went on and on and on about "trimmings" and "Santa Claus". You know the part in a Charlie Brown Christmas, where Lucy is asking Linus to play Jingle Bells? Well that's Eleanore's favorite part.

"Play Jingle Bells. No, Jingle Bells! You know, like Santa Claus, and ho ho ho, and mistletoe, and presents for pretty girls?"- shes constantly making us reenact that scene with her, haha. And as annoying as it can get, we love it.

At the end of the night, our tree was set up in its corner, surrounded by Jingle Bears, Christmas records, and pinwheel ornaments. We're officially in the Christmas spirit. And the Grinch, well he'll be visiting us for the first time ever, in approximately 4 weeks. I think Eleanore, in her adorable red and green tutu, can show him a thing or two about how Christmas is done.