Do not try and pick a piping hot pie up that you baked in one of those aluminum cheapo pans, like I just did.

My beautiful pie that I've been creating from scratch since 6 p.m. (it is now 8 p.m.) has landed face down on the kitchen floor. This tragedy nearly brought me to tears... until the anger kicked in.

So guess who's eating a pile of mushed, warm, sweetened blueberries with scraps of salvaged crust all mashed in (and topped w/ vanilla haagan daas)? That would be me.