Well, I did salvage the pie after setting the oven on fire
As I mentioned above it was a if it could go wrong it did TG prep day.
Blind baked crust first tried to slide down into the pie plate in a lump, had to push it back up and hold it in place with a wad of foil. Later it started to burn on the edges, under bake in the center, and shrank. (Recipe had missing info on oven rack placement and added to butter pie plate which I'd never done before. So I'm totally blaming the recipe, lol.)
Decided to not use my apple peeler/corer/slicer, because how long could it take to just do 12 apples by hand? Newsflash: longer than you think and have you forgotten your hands aren't as young as they used to be? Apparently so. Three apples later...where is that slicer/peeler contraption? Where is the wrench to remove the slicer part. Ok, peeled, now chop, chop, chop some more...where is that slicer thing I took off? Why doesn't this work? Crap I reinstalled the slicer backwards. Fine fuuugittaboutit. Chop some more. Try to chop off pinkie finger. Dull knife tip to the rescue, no blood!
Well since pie crust shank on the ppie, making sure to have plenty is a good thing on the apple, right? Wrong. It puffed and melted over the edge dripping on to the element and lighting on fire...more than once. Tongs. I love my tongs. This was my mantra as I ran around the house opening windows after tossing hunks of flaming pie dough in the sink.
All that heat loss caused the oven to try and ramp back up to heat, which started to burn more of the edges (the ones not already black from the flames). Foil only helped so much, and btw foil pieces around edges try their best to fall off when looked upon for any reason, and if you touch one, the others shudder in fear abandoning the pie completely. Just thought you'd like to know.
So the pie starting getting done on the outside earlier than the inside. Finally it had to come out, before I wanted it to, before the edge turned completely black. By this time I was also late. So I grabbed my kitchen shears and cut around the edge of the pie. Clipping off all dark sections while trying not to burn my fingers, creating a mess of epic proportions, tossed it into a towel lined box, closed windows, took a last look around the smoke layered house, almost forgot to turn off the oven, but did (yay), and took off for TG at my SIL's. Thank goodness the pie was mostly done in the center. A few pieces crisper than I'd like, but folks were none the wiser. Plus, I brought ice cream, the hider of a multitude of sins.
I swear, I have actually baked before. Never in my life, including when I was five or something, have I had this much trouble all at one time. Sheesh!