Initially, hubby was pouty because I didn't follow the cookie directions. He was sure the edges would burn and the middle would still be raw, so he would be cheated out of getting his cookies. I already considered that and spooned the dough into the pie plate in an "O" shape, leaving a hole in the middle so the cookie could expand while it baked.
As it was baking, I was saying, "Mmmm, it's smelling really good... it's going to be delicious!"
And hubby grumped, "We'll see."
After chowing down a big portion of warm, delicious "cookie pie", he's like, "Yeah, ok, you can make this