I made my very first homemade pumpkin pie last weekend, because for some reason I was craving it for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: it was delicious. First I thought I was craving it because I had to throw away a 14 year old shaker of pumpkin spice the week before. Sometimes that’s just how things work with me. It was only after I started smelling the aroma coming from the oven as I baked that beauty about 45 minutes in - that I knew I could blame it on Mona and Sammy Henderson. It could be that I was missing them, and pumpkin pie was the only suitable substitution and here’s why.