Our usual Thanksgiving pies are irresistible
My son’s best friend is Walter. When Walter was eight weeks old, my son, Bart, adopted him from a sunny farm in Georgia. While the breeder specialized in yellow Labrador retrievers, Walter is an especially handsome English cream color. I say “our Walter,” because he is my son’s sidekick. Everywhere Bart goes, Walter is within petting or eating distance. He spends work days at Bart’s offices with other employees’ dogs, and walks many miles with his master. So naturally, when Bart arrived last Thanksgiving at my daughter’s house in Massachusetts, Walter was in tow. But ...