Blueberry Pie

On Sunday, Paul and I are taking a trip to upstate New York to visit my dad. I decided to make a blueberry pie to bring with us. Then I had the brilliant idea to make it a lattice top pie. NEVER AGAIN. I hated it. I hate making pie crust to begin with, and the lattice top just made it worse. So I made the crust, cursed up a storm, put it in a 9" pie plate, then filled it. Then it was time to make the lattice top. I cursed up an even larger storm this time and was very tempted to bludgeon my dog with the rolling pin, because I was 100% certain she was laughing at me. Sensing impending doom, she wisely left the room. The top got put on and into the oven it went. It baked, made the house smell good, then was finished. I'm not too pleased with the end product. It looks sloppy and messy. Paul, in his best fake-excitement voice, said it looked great. I'm not please with it, but whatever. It'll do.