It started benignly enough. I thought there were two pie plates in my cupboard. Alas, there was but one. Undeterred, I pressed a tart pan into service, the kind with the bottom that pops out. The pumpkin pie, which takes longer to bake, would go in the official pie plate. The pecan would bake in the tart pan. I dutifully put cookie trays (ones with no edges) under the baking pies to keep any filling spilling contained.
It turns out that the pecan pie did not want to be in the tart pan. The crust (a gluten-free attempt at dough) combined with the corn syrupy filling to produce a substance similar to molten lava. Copious amounts of this matter flowed to the bottom of the oven. I could almost hear it gloat “Cookie sheet? I laugh at your cookie sheet!” as it had its way with the heating element.
I removed the pecan tart/pie (with cloth potholders) and thought it would be a good idea to separate the pan from the cookie sheet (to which is was firmly adhered). I was wrong. Oh folly! Oh frizzle! Oh fudge! I now have some impressive blisters along the side of my left thumb, where the filling/lava and my skin connected for far to long.
Oh what will tomorrow, the day of cooking the 15-pound bird, crafting stuffing, smashing potatoes, bring? I really will try to be careful…