It's a good thing that I enjoyed making pumpkin pie. I rolled out the crust using my great grandmother's rolling pin that my daughter had new handles made for. The crust went into the pan very well and the filling fit perfectly. I cooked it the right amount of time and set it to cool on a special iron pie holder. Then, when I picked up the pie holder to take it to the table, it slid right off onto the floor! The flaky crust separated into a thousand pieces. I was crushed.
But Friend EDelmar picked everything up and even vacumed the floor for me. And everyone enjoyed ice cream and spiced peaches for dessert. The pie wasn't missed. I'm going to have to make another one soon, just so I can enjoy the taste of it. I think I'll just get rid of that iron pie holder though.
