In honor of my mom, and Thanksgiving
Lately I’ve been thinking about this movie, my first 16mm film, and then, serendipitously, a friend mentioned wanting to see it again. I shot this film on Thanksgiving morning 2002, and since Thanksgiving is once again approaching it seemed an appropriate moment to post it.
I’ve written (lovingly, I hope?) about my mom and her mania regarding pies in earlier posts, but the truth is I would never have started making pies if I hadn’t so much admired the ones she made. I still like how this film captures her methods and her spirit; I made it then and I post it today as a tribute to her.
This year I am looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with my mom and my husband’s parents— neither of us have been home for the holiday since we’ve lived in California (7 years for him, 6 for me). As might be expected, we are already discussing the pies we might bake. Maybe if I’m lucky I will get to enjoy a lemon chiffon.
