When I was kid wandering the pasture and found black raspberries, never seemed enough to make a pie. Rather than just eat them, convinced Mom to teach me how to make pie crust. There wasn't enough to make a normal pie, but there was enough to make myself a mini pie.
Remember those horrible frozen pot pies that took 45 minutes in the oven to cook? They came in nice little aluminum pie tins. Would make pie crust for my mini pie and the left over dough would be rolled thin and spread with cinnamon and sugar and baked. Win-win, I'd get my raspberry pie and the rest of the family could have the cinnamon crust.