As my dear friend, Penny Dreadful, is wont to ask.

So this evening’s baking plans started out well enough. I had a recipe. I gathered the ingredients. I tweaked and veganized the recipe. I made rude jokes about the name of the recipe with friends (cookie pie. for reals.)… so what could have gone wrong? I disobeyed my gut instinct and years and years of baking experience.

The pie crust was thawed.

The batter was mixed and poured into the crust.

The pie went into the duly preheated oven. But, dear friends, I did not put the pie on a baking sheet.

When the oven timer beeped, I promptly sprang up from the computer to remove it from the oven. Only to have the pie plate fold before my unbelieving eyes, dumping the delicious, chocolately contents all over the inside of the oven door.

This, my friends, is a dessert disaster comparable to that of a certain halloween cake, we shall stealthily refer to as “Schmoan.” This tops the coconut-lime-icing-with-the-consistency-of-play-doh disaster earlier this summer. This is a travesty. Oh, sweet cookie pie. I done did you wrong!

Perhaps I can salvage some of it? If I just scrape it here and there and use a ladle and spatula… maybe?

Think anyone will notice?