Pie , anyone?

Oh, I knew that little guy was laughing at me....

I just didn't know what was in store for me.

As you can see, the Pecan Pie came out looking FABulous!  (As well as the white chocolate/craisin Cinnamon rolls....but we're focusing on pie here.)

I was rolling along, pumpkin chiffon filling cooling, just about ready to finish and pop in the pre- cooked pie shell, which also looked Fabulous, by the way.  (You probably think I'm bragging.....well, don't get too excited yet.)

The pumpkin custard pie was baking, nearly done.  It was about the most perfect looking pumpkin custard pie that I have ever seen.  (note the word "was"). 

I tested the center with a knife, and felt that the pie needed just a few minutes more in the oven.

So, I went to pop it in the oven, put it on the rack, and all of a sudden.....

My pie plate was nearly vertical, having slipped, somehow, out of my hand....with half of the pie hanging sort of in mid-air in the plate, and the other half lying in a heap on the oven door.

It all happened so fast.  I wasn't sure what to do.  When the oven door is open, I can't access the cupboard that has my cookie sheets that I could have slid under the hunk of pie that was hanging on the door.  As I rushed around, looking for something to try to "rescue" what had been perfect (and you'll just have to take my word on that one), my ever-so helpful husband came over, looked at the oven, then said to me,  "How did that happen?"

Don't worry.......he's still alive.  Although he did mention how he needed a walk shortly after my response which I will refrain from putting into print here.

Thinking that it would help the situation, he said that he'd be glad to run to the store to buy another can of pumpkin.  I told him that he could forget that idea.  There was no way I was starting over. (Plus, let's face it, there are two other pies to choose from here.)

Well, somehow, the clever man convinced me to arrange all of the pieces back into the pie plate, as if nothing had happened.  (Don't you for one minute think that really worked).

Then, he went on, "cover the whole top with Cool Whip and no one will notice the difference."

Ok, I'll admit that  I probably looked like I had 3 heads after that suggestion.  But then I remembered a similar incident when I was a kid, and somehow dropped a cake that was freshly baked, crying at the resulting heap of broken cake pieces.  My mother had this novel idea that we could just put it together with Cool Whip.  Make up a new dessert.  

And you know what?  She was right!  Everyone loved it!  (Although we didn't add it to our "favorites" list to make year after year.)

So, the "pie" is back in the plate....sort of.  The crust around the edge is pieced together, but no one will know that, once I cover the top with Cool Whip.   Unless you're invited to my house for desert tomorrow and you're reading this blog.  (Oops!)

If I have time tomorrow, I'll let you know how it all turns out.

In the meantime.......HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!