Oh yeah. That’s right. It’s pie time.
I have a bone to pick with the fussy confectionary fads of today’s society. First, it was cupcakes. Then came cakepops, followed shortly by macarons, and now maybe it’s putting bacon in everything dessert-related. Don’t get me wrong, prissy pâtisseries are all fine and dandy, and I love a good hip café on occasion, but sometimes a girl just needs a good ole’ slice of pie.
There is a pie shortage in America, people. And I would know. I spent my college years searching for a place where I could get a simple slice of pie. A place where the coffee is decent, the people are friendly, and “maple bacon cupcakes” are unheard of. You know what I found? Diddly-squat. Yeah sure, I found some places with decent coffee and friendly people, and yes, some of those places even served pie… if you could call it that. When I say pie, I mean a handmade crust that crisp, flaky, and tender all at the same time. I mean a fruit filling that doesn’t need too much sugar and that isn’t half goo, because a good fruit pie is all about letting the fruit speak for itself.