Well, I baked a pumpkin pie this weekend for Thanksgiving - the first in many, many years (yes, badly depriving my half-American kids, but I have a basic fear of pastry). I also made a cranberry/nut pie (recipe given by a foodie friend) and an ancient pumpkin pie (recipe courtesy of my dear sister and no, don't bother looking it up on the web, the proper amount of dark rum is half a cup full, not the mingy 3 tablespoons you will find there) and they were all absolutely delicious!

Except - except that I failed pie dishes. Somehow in what I thought was my perfectly adequate baking collection there was not a single US style 9 inch in diameter, 2 inch deep pie dish. So I used the 10 inch in diameter, 1 1/2 inch deep dishes I did own and the filling was much too shallow (thin, I would call it). 

So, onto the web to track down the right stuff for future pie baking events.

But if only I had not just admired and photographed but actually bought these delicious pink, lilac and orange gingham pie dishes spotted in Bon Marche in Paris a week or so ago, I would have been a much happier woman and baked much better pies!