Gooseberry Pie?

The threatened rain held off and it's been a pleasantly warm day regardless of the rather blustery wind.
Credit crunch awareness has taken a front seat lately and I decided to turn my back on J.Sainsbury and his money grabbing competition and for a change I took my dad to Lidl. It was a good shopping day. Plenty of different things filled the trolley and a few little luxuries had managed to jump from the shelves (unaided) into the passing trolley. With fewer people, pushchairs and rogue trollies to negotiate, my dad had a calm amble around the aisles.
Once home, with my dad settled on the sofa, he's fighting an awful cold at the moment that he just can't seem to shake off, I busied myself with lunch.
I did the unthinkable after lunch and I wandered into the garden where my husband was going bananas with a saw and a pair of fancy looking scissors. We've been plagued with greenfly and sadly, as a result we have had to cut back all of the fruit trees. Three apple trees, which haven't fruited in a few years and one plum tree which provides us with the worst plums you have ever tasted, every year.
Once they were cut back I filled my 'wasp catching' things with a waspy mouth watering fluid made up of washing up liquid, sugar and water.

I must admit I looked rather useful wandering the lawn with a rake. I hasten to add I wasn't really being useful but the thought was there. As my husband sawed, I 'raked' and my dad discovered a secret stash of gooseberries and proceeded to pick the (slightly over)ripened berries.

Glad to find another job other than 'raking' the twigs and leaves strewn around the garden I took the gooseberries away to clean them.
After a wash and a painstaking mission of removing all of the stalks they looked ready to eat.

Now all I have to do is decide what to do with them. I have some ideas and I'm sure, that with enough coaxing, I may be able to talk my husband into trying one of these.