A much less exciting chapter... which is probably a good thing.
Thorough oven scrubbing led to the ruining of a sponge and a kitchen cloth... but a cure for the smoke situation! (Sometimes sacrifices must be made for Fakesgiving... but that's part of the holiday. We must honor those who sacrificed themselves so that we can be free to bake pies without smoke filling our apartments.)
I created the pumpkin pie mixture as directed by the All-Knowing Can o' Pumpkin, and used my ever-so-fancy bowl-with-a-pouring-tip-thingie to put said mixture into frozen pie crust. I did have a mini-breakdown in which I wondered about the directions on the pie crust package--"Bake pie crust?! Why!? What!!!"--but this was cured by another of what will probably total 50+ phone calls to my mom, who assured me these directions did not apply to a pie such as mine would be. After a very careful pie delivery to the oven, I began the deviled egg process.
This was much less scary than anything else will be today; deviled eggs are usually my responsibility on family holidays, so I've done most of this stuff before. Not to mention since it's my Brian's and my Fakesgiving, I was free to leave out things that tend to freak me out in deviled eggs: onions and pickles. Perhaps the most exciting part of all of this is that I'm finally getting to use some serving dishes that I've literally had for over two years and never used:
A lot of waiting, some embarrassing moments as Brian pantsed me (forgetting that the window was still very open after the smoke-filled apartment incident) and it was time for the pie to come out...
...but the pie was still liquid!!! Another of the 50+ phone calls to my mom, and I was reassured that it would actually be okay to leave the pie in the oven longer than directed to by the apparently Not-So-All-Knowing Can of Pumpkin.