Pumpkin Pie

Baking a pumpkin pie this morning, the center just wouldn't solidify and the edges were starting to crack. Every two minutes, I was checking it.
Me: I can't get this pie to set in the middle.
Austin: I'm sure it will taste great.
Me: I'm not worried about the taste. I can't serve a dry cracked pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.
Austin: Your pumpkin pies are fantastic, delicious.
Me: Thanks.
Austin: Every time we bring one to Mom's the first thing my mom says when you leave the room is that your pumpkin pie is dried and cracked.

I was obsessing over this pie. I forgot to turn it during the baking, so one side was burned, the other not. Austin gave me grief because I was busting off the crust edges where it had burned.

Me: I'm not taking a burned crust to your mother's house.

Austin: Don't be so hard on yourself. Mom has had a lot worse things in her house than this.

Fondly, I thought of some of the cooking experiments that have graced our Thanksgivings.

Austin: Like my brother's fiancee.