Where I grew up you never admit to a good crust--it always has to be a disappointment, not because the crust you produce is bad, but because it doesn't quite match up with that Platonic crust we in the cave can only see in the form of dim, not-so-light-and-flaky shadows.
Here are a couple I did this week:

Pumpkin Pie (made with real pumpkin)

Apple Pie (with minced gala apples)
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