The only reason I am awake to write this, despite seconds on Tofurkey and
three helpings of mashed potatoes and gravy is because I wisely chose to have coffee with my pie. Dinner was great - the potatoes were buttery and abundant, the gravy rich and salty, the carrots tasted almost exactly like candy - but the pie was the real success story...store-bought pie crust notwithstanding, this was some
good pie.
Here's a shot as it first went into the oven (my favorite butter application method is "dotting," by the way):

Why, hello beautiful (if I may quote
Pioneer Woman):

And here's your extreme close up:

Man, I can't wait until breakfast so I can eat more pie.
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I just posted this as my status on facebook, and googled to see if I was the first to think it. All I can say is, "well done, sir or madam, I tip my hat to you."
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