Chef Kagen and his Pecan Pie

Hi. My name is Kagen Conner and I’m 2 1/2 years old. My ‘Oompa” is the fat guy that cooks funnel cakes for everybody and my grandma is Peggy that works for him most of the time.

This year was my third Thanksgiving but I don’t remember much about the first two because I was so little. Since I’m now a big boy, my grandma lets me help in the kitchen and this year, I got to fix a pecan pie.

First, you had to put a bunch of stuff in a pan and stir it up with this whirley-gig thingy. I think it’s called an egg beater but I just use a fork when I make my scrambled eggs. Then, when you get all that stuff mixed up, you have to start on the pie crust. I like that part best.

You measure out the flour and put it in the big mixer with butter and some other stuff my grandma added. Then you turn on the mixer and watch go round and round.

Then you take the dough and plop it on the counter, sprinkle some more flour on it and roll it with the rolling pin.  My grandma said something about using the rolling pin on my “Oompa” but I didn’t understand what she meant.

After you get the dough really thin, you put it in the pie pan without sticking your fingers thru it. Then pour all of the other junk from the pan in the pie and throw some pecans on top.

Then it goes in the oven but you have to be really careful ’cause its really hot.

After an hour or so, the pie comes out and sits on the dining room table to cool.  But you can’t eat it until after you eat all that turkey and stuff the next day.

I did find out that you can’t run your cars in the leftover dough.  They get all yucky and I had to sneak them in the dishwasher so the wheels would turn again.

My pecan pie was really good even though Grandma forgot to get the white stuff that goes on top.

After we finished, I had to take a good bath because I had flour in my hair and behind my ears. And, Grandma had to run the vacuum to get the flour off the floors. I don’t know how that could have happened.

On Thanksgiving Day, my “Oompa” fried the turkey outside and I got to watch only he kept yelling at me to stay back. Grandma made a bunch of other stuff in the house too.

Then all of these people started coming, we had to put the cats in the basement, and before long the house was full. I think they are all relatives of mine, only I don’t really know what that means. Then we got to eat.

I missed my Auntie Allie this year because she had to go somewhere with her boyfriend and his family. I don’t understand that boyfriend business but my daddy says I will soon enough.  I did get to wear a new outfit Auntie Allie got me and “Oompa’ said I looked like a jock.  I don’t really know what that means either.

I guess I have a lot to learn about Thanksgiving, huh?