Life of Pie Part 2

Here’s the update on last night’s pie.

I took it out of the oven and it literally looked like a hot mess. It was lumpy and bumpy, with thick globs of steaming apple goo leaking out of the cracks across its top. I was not disheartened, because I’d seen it go in the oven – when it was a cold mess – and I didn’t expect a miracle. We waited for it to cool, cut four slices, and sat down to enjoy.

It tasted… wait for it…. edible.

Not great. Not even good. It just tasted… what would be the word… functional. It was a completely functional dessert. If I’d brought it to your dinner party and served it to your guests, no one would suspect I was trying to kill them, but everyone would’ve forgotten the pie by the time they drove home. It was utterly unremarkable in every way.

Now, I’m entering two of these pies in a contest tomorrow morning, so I’m stuck with a dilemma. Do I:

(a) remake this perfectly functional pie and accept a gratious, if forgettable, defeat, or

(b) experiment madly tonight to see what sort of unholy flavour combination I can create, and if I don’t win, well… at least it’ll be legendary.

Internet, please advise.