I would be remiss if I didn’t share photos of our annual “Jafta gets a pie in the face” tradition.
It started when he was 5 years old. I’d made a cheesecake for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure that the kids have ever witnessed me making a dessert that resembles a pie. When Jafta saw what I was doing, he begged me . . . I mean BEGGED ME . . . to throw it in someone's face. He was sure that this would be the funniest and coolest thing that could ever happened. He even volunteered to be the recipient of this pie-throwing.
I thought his idea was amusing - but this particular cheesecake was pretty tastey and I didn't really feel like wasting all that hard work. Still, he talked about the pie-throwing idea all day long. After we had spent the evening gorging ourselves on various pies, there were several empty pie tins, and a couple cans of Redi-Whip. I knew what I had to do.
Last year, as captured by my friend Samantha:
And this year, for the first time, we let a sibling do the honors.
A hug of moral support from cousin Tanner, and then . . .