So I ended up making some pies and they turned out like a mess…well the first one did the second one is still in the oven. First of all it sucks having a small kitchen with no counter space. So not only is our kitchen small but I was trying to bake two pies and two loaves of zucchini bread and Tristan was also trying to make dinner (lets just say I’m not in the best mood right now). So the first pie I made is a apple blackberry pie and it smelled good, looked okay, and came out horrible. Tristan had a piece and it was no pie…it was soup. The soupiness could be due to the fact that it just came out of the oven when a piece was cut but I don’t know. I’m just so mad that I may never make another pie again. It sucks spending four hours of your life trying to so something and you fail. I have made excellent pies before but I don’t know what is wrong with me now. This whole experience wasn’t helped by the fact that Tristan seemed to have cared less about me baking but whatever. Ah I guess I’m done ranting.