Step One (Optional, but Helpful): Come down with the flu, or a cold, or possibly just aches and pains and allergies (who knows) and stay home sick on a Saturday. (You can’t remember the last time you were home on a Saturday, but you were probably sick then, too.)
Step Two: Decide to bake pie at 8:30, right around the time your sick husband is going to bed.
Step Three: Mix together the filling. You should make pumpkin pie. You should add a generous slug of Irish whiskey.
Step Four: Blind bake the crust. Fail to actually put beans into it. Discover five minutes later that the middle has puffed up and the sides have fallen down. Shriek with horror and pull it out of the oven.
Step Five: Manage, through sheer force of will, to fix the crust (mostly) using only a fork.
Step Six: Pour the filling into the pie crust, and pour the extra filling (there is always extra filling) into the children’s ramekins. Carefully place the ramekins on the oven rack.
Step Seven: Discover that one of the ramekins tipped over and the bottom of your oven is now pumpkin pie flavored. Curse loudly.
Step Eight: EVERYTHING ELSE GOES FINE AND THE PIE IS EXCELLENT.
Can you guess which step has not actually happened yet?