This was the year we were going to have three pies. Usually we do two, but this year was going to be different. A big chunk of the day was spent preparing the fillings and working the pie crust from scratch. Yes, that’s right. From scratch. And it was a pain in the … alright, so it wasn’t TOO much trouble, but it was more labor intensive than I had planned on for my day before Thanksgiving. I had hoped to have a couple of hours free to relax.
One pie would be an apple/cranberry pie. A fairly “standard” pie to be made. Then instead of a pumpkin pie we make sweet potato pie – from scratch, with genuine sweet potatoes and not canned filling (if you can find it). The third was a chocolate pecan pie. I love pecan pie. I love chocolate. Oh, it is such a good pie. I mean, really, such a good pie.
I wound up having to go to the store for flour and sugar since we were running low, but wouldn’t need them for today’s pies. I was getting them for other things because the pies would take up the last of the flour and sugar we had. This was fine (despite having to go to the store the day before Thanksgiving – which would be its own blog post if I were a better writer). Oh, we did need a third pie pan.
The only one I could find was glass. This meant, that along with the other two pie pans we already have, there would be three glass pie pans in the house.
I assume you can already tell where this is going.
Two of the pies were done with the third in the oven. It was time to move them off the top of the stove and to a more secure location so as the cats would not be able to get at them.
Apparently not secure from me.
In the process of moving the chocolate pecan pie with oven mitts I managed to burn my hand, drop the pie about 2 inches, break the pie pan and lose the contents of said pie pan.
Destined to have two pies for Thanksgiving.
Lesson learned.