Another kitchen disaster

 A few months ago, a good friend told me that his favorite pie when he was growing up in Hawaii was lilikoi chiffon.  I made a mental note.  About a month before his birthday, I started researching recipes and I ordered the passionfruit juice from Kauai. I studied the recipe and practiced it in my head several times, because it's complicated.  I decided to make the crust that went with the recipe, even though I have my own preferred crust that I've been making since I was a kid.  That was the first of many mistakes.  

After I made the filling, I decided I couldn't put it into that ugly crust, so I went to Kroger at 9 p.m. last night and just bought a crust like a loser who can't make her own pie crust.  Baked it, cooled it, filled it, put it in the fridge to set, went to bed around 10:30.  

At 11:15, Sarah crashed into my room and announced, "Mom. Your pie fell."  I was sound asleep, but her words made me leap out of bed and rush to the kitchen, where a terrible sight greeted me.  

So here you go, Doug. Happy birthday.  I hope it's the thought that counts, because this pie sure doesn't.