When we defrosted the freezer last week, I found a bag of pie crusts.

Tonight, I decided to make pie.

Well, technically it was a crumble, or maybe a crisp. Or maybe both, because I had too much filling and topping for just my normal-sized pie plate, and had to add some of each to my smaller-sized pie plate.

It all smelled amazing.

And the filling and the topping were perfect.

But the crust dough was freezer-burned. I’d thought the dough smelled off. But I talked myself out of it, because I really wanted pie.

Rudi and I have decided that we’ll just eat the filling. When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. When it hands you dough, you make pie. And let’s face it, this is a way more interesting way to eat those apples than out of hand.