"I'm going to make pies for Thanksgiving," I told my Mom on the phone tonight.

"Good," she replied.

Only it sounded more like "Good!" as in "Finally!" or "It's about freakin' time!"

Of course, a pie is not a grandchild. But at least I'm moving in the right direction. Strong nurturing women make pies. They have kids, too. But we're settling for pies right now.

"What do I do first?"

"Buy Libby's canned pumpkin pie and read the instructions..."

Somehow, I thought it would be a little more complicated and "foody-ish."

"Buy a Marie Callendar's pie crust..."

"Why don't I just buy a Marie Callendar's pie?"

I, clearly, suck at making pies.

Just for today, I can plan for Thanksgiving.