The Pie

'Twas the night before Thanksgiving. The apple persimmon raisin bread is baked (and a small piece will not be missed). The duck is defrosting. The vegetable soup is made and awaits reheating for tomorrow's dinner. The pie...

The pie. 

The pie is overcooked. 

Before I say another thing, I have enough squash, eggs, ghee (oh, dear, and I have to make more of that tomorrow!), dates, etc for one more. But there's nothing more difficult for my late night ego to deal with than a final recipe botched. (Did I ever mention that although I appear to be a night owl, that I'm more functional in the mornings?)

Today I FINALLY bought an oven thermometer. I intend to check the temperature on that dear appliance tomorrow because it's almost certainly too hot. I've known this for a while, but after a busy day the pie didn't start until after supper and I was already tired. I waited 43 of the 45 minutes before suddenly remembering its overwarm tendencies. By then it was too late. Snackboy has proclaimed it a "breakfast pie." It doesn't smell burnt and the top, although too brown, peels away to reveal a lovely, golden orange interior. That coconut flour crust is the most temperamental I've ever baked. Now that's got to be peeled off the sides of the pan. That was something of an experiment and I should have known better. The last pie crust had to end at the top of the filling because it burns at the drop of a hat. There's no way it could survive the initial 425 degree baking temperature for this pie (that was no doubt more like 450 in our oven...).

It wouldn't be such a big deal except for the fact that this pie is our showcase donation to dessert at our friends' Thanksgiving gathering tomorrow. Thanks to our food limitations as well as this month's insanity we've decided to have our own Thanksgiving the way we like it. We'll have vegetable soup, roast duck and rice-bread stuffing, apple raisin persimmon bread (GAPS-friendly - only slightly sweet), steamed green beans, sweet potato rounds with cinnamon and ghee. Then we'll bring out the pie to our friends' place. I figured I'd get that done tonight. Oh well. One more thing to do tomorrow. 

After we have pie for breakfast, of course.