So tonight I asked Beth if she wanted to help me make our pumpkin pie for tomorrow. She did. So first we made the crust, using a very easy recipe someone gave me. Put that in the oven for 15 minutes. As it was baking, we made the filling. Beth did a very good job mixing. When the crust was done par-baking, we poured in the filling, turned up the temperature to 425 degrees and put it back in. I told the kids they had 15 minutes to bedtime because in 15 minutes I had to take the pie out, cover the edges, turn down the oven to 350 degrees, put it back in and bake for 35-40 minutes. I didn’t want to forget to come down and turn it down.
So 14 minutes later I asked the kids what they wanted for snack and sent them upstairs. The timer went off. I pulled out the pie, covered the edges, put it back in, and set the timer. In the midst of all that I yelled at the kids multiple times because they still had not gone upstairs. Finally got the kid’s snack and went to put them to bed.
Rushed back down here with 1 minute to spare. Timer went off. Pulled open the oven door and stared in disbelief. Did you notice earlier that I didn’t type “turned down the oven” after I took it out above? That’s because I didn’t. I didn’t turn down the bloody temperature and our pie is now a leathery disaster.
I have no idea what to tell Beth tomorrow when she finds out the pie was ruined. No one wanted to go out tonight to buy more pumpkin and try again. 🙁