While the pizza was cooling a bit, I threw the dough in a pie plate. I then debated with myself whether to mix the sugar, almond flour, tapioca, vanilla, and almond extract in the bag with the blueberries or dirty a bowl. I went with my instincts and used a bowl. So while we were eating pizza and salad, my open faced berry pie baked away. After dinner I changed to go out for a jog and said I'd take the pie out before I left. So about 10 minutes into the jog I had to slow down and text Alan to turn off the oven. I forgot all about it.
But now I sit here, empty bowl at my side and can't imagine I'd be happier with anything else. Well, maybe a little chocolate.