And a postscript, because my friends keep me honest: indeed there was (if I may say so myself) the beauty of the pie. My foodie Lexingtonian stocks better flour than I do, and so the crust was better than usual--real melt-in-your-mouth stuff. I predict that her dogs will look up again for falling raw pie dough the next time they hear a high-pitched "Oh no!" from me. Because I made that noise as I threw pieces of raw pie dough at them, see, because they love to eat it. As who wouldn't. Good times.