Yesterday I made a pie for the first time — gasp! — all summer. I went all out, too, loading it up with 3 pints of local blueberries, massaging lemon zest into the sugar, and making a lattice crust, egg-washed and all. After an hour in the oven, it emerged bubbling and golden, and it tasted, well, good, not great. It was kind of a mess of blueberries and not enough crust, which mostly disappeared beneath the mass of stewy fruit.