B said she was going to stop by yesterday to drop off the last of the cabinet doors she had made so I could get going on the polying of them.
A few weeks ago she had given me the harvest from her cherry tree that she knew she wouldn't have time to do anything with. (And the little dear knows Cherry Pie is just about my favoritest!) I made a pie shortly thereafter and although it was good, I found her cherries to be just a smidge more sour than I had expected so I made a note to myself to add a bit more sugar to the next pie.
Anywho, back to B stopping by . . .
I got up early to make and bake a pie with her cherries so she could take half of it home when she stopped.
You all may recall my talent for boiling fillings of pies over in the oven and the mess that makes. Not gonna happen yesterday! No, sir. I strategically placed a sheet of aluminum foil on the shelf under the pie which (hip-hip-hooray!) caught all the considerable amount of burbled over drippage.
So what did I do in the process of removing the laden foil sheet out of the oven?
Tilted it at a precarious angle and dumped a puddle of the ooey-gooey cherry goop on the oven door where it ran down into the broiler section of the stove. Then made more of a mess (if possible) trying to wipe it up before it hardened.
The good part of the whole operation was that the pie was pronounced perfect by both households, so 'twas not for naught when all was said and done.
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