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Pie Mania (+ Giveaway!!!)

I’m telling you, ever since the leaves fell, the pumpkins were carved, and the wood stove has been blazing nearly continually, my mood has seriously shifted. Maybe it was being indoors for nearly a week, caring for a sick husband and toddler (not to mention myself!). Maybe it was the series of grey days and wet weather and frightening hurricanes and tense elections. Whatever it is, I’ve been feeling a major change in the air, a pull to go inside physically and mentally, to reflect, to consider, to ruminate. I keep coming back to a desire to learn more about the magic and mystery and mystique of this exquisite planet we call home. That book series I want to pen, the fiction one, it always calls to me this time of year. I think it’s time I finally drafted the outline and fleshed out the plot, named the characters and the settings, and sent a query along to an agent.

BUT, I digress! What I’ve also been thinking about an awful lot lately is pie. I’ve been making pie for freelance work, getting great press reviews of A Year of Pies, and feeling some kind of excited about all the baking I intend to do this upcoming holiday season, pie and otherwise. I heard Christmas carols at a craft store the day after Halloween and I was happy. Happy, folks! Bring on the eggnog and Fraser firs and holly and cookies and excuses to eat stollen and panettone for breakfast, I say. BRING. IT! I’m ready.

All of which brings me in a very circumlocutious way to today’s giveaway (Hubs always jokes about how long I can take to get to the point of whatever it is I’m trying to say, but I say, the devil is in the details!). Annie from Mighty Nest got in touch several weeks ago about hosting mutual giveaways on their site and small measure. Here’s how they describe themselves: Our passion is making it easier for families to live healthier, better lives. We are a one-stop online shop with 1,000+ healthy, natural products, while providing fun, educational content and fostering a community of caring parents.

You can pop over there to enter a giveaway for A Year of Pies (and stick around to check out all of the wonderful items they offer, at competitive prices), as well as enter a giveaway for a pie set right here. That’s right-a pie set! The lovely set, which Mighty Nest graciously sent me for a “trial run”, contains a pie box for transporting all your home-baked goodness, a maple pie server, and a glass pie plate. Here’s more information about all three items:

1) Pie Box: Every PieBox is handcrafted in Chicago and made from chemical-free, raw pine. The PieBox measures 11″x11″x4″ and accommodates up to a 9″ deep-dish pie. The Piebox was designed to safely transport pie again and again without the unnecessary waste of a disposable cardboard box. Whether you’re driving, biking, busing or even just walking, the PieBox will keep your pie safe and intact wherever you go.

2) Maple Pie Server: This maple pie server from Jonathan’s Spoons is handcrafted in Pennsylvania from sustainably harvested wood. Beautifully made and highly functional this wooden utensil will last for decades if taken care of properly.

3) Glass Pie Dish: Anchor Hocking Oven Basics glass pie dish bakeware is classic in shape, bakes evenly, and cleans easily. Dishwasher safe, freezer safe, oven safe, microwave safe.

To enter the contest, simply leave a comment here detailing a profound pie memory. Maybe it’s a pie-baking experience that went really, really wrong, or maybe it was the best pie you ever tasted, or perhaps it was even getting pie in your face on your 40th birthday (that’s Annie’s memory!). I’ll go first: When I was 20, I was vegan, and made a tofu-based pumpkin pie for a big family get-together up in Philadelphia. The thing is, I didn’t have a blender or a food processor then, so I just mashed the tofu brick with a fork in with all of the other ingredients. To say it looked less than appetizing is a serious, serious understatement. Of my multitudinous aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, and parents, I was the only person that dared to taste my hideous pie.

So, go ahead, comment away! The giveaway will run for one week , ending November  15th, midnight EST. The giveaway is open to U.S. residents only, owing to its hefty shipping weight. I’ll choose a winner personally, based on your comment, so no “Pick Me!” replies, please. I want to get personal with you!

The pie serving set is also available for purchase at Mighty Nest. It would make a wonderful gift for the baker in your life this holiday season, or anytime. Even if you don’t win, you can still enjoy this wonderfully curated set-find it here.

Thanks, Mighty Nest, for the giveaway, and thanks too, small measure readers, for generally being the righteous, supportive folks you are!

 

 

208 Responses to Pie Mania (+ Giveaway!!!)

  • Melissa Stead says:

    love wood. love pie. love pie in wood!

  • My favorite pie memories all involve my father, who is our family’s pie baker. I can’t choose one, so I’ll just evoke this memory:

    Fresh warm apple pie with a thin slice of Tillamook cheese slowly melting on top.

    Heaven.

    Katy

  • I love pie. Eating it, making it, and just staring at it in awe! This summer, in honor of that love, I instigated a Pie Potluck! One of my favorite memories of pie (and summer!) thus far. It was quite a hit – there was a chicken pot pie, mushroom and bacon pie, pizza pie, blackberry peach pie, reese’s pieces pie, and coconut cream! And after all that, we were all still hungry for more pie!
    justinecnavarro@gmail.com

  • Aliza says:

    We have a weekly Sunday barbeque potluck with friends, and my Carrie often bakes 2 (!) pies to share. Rhubarb-raspberry, gluten free pumpkin, blueberry, apple, they are all amazing and she even makes the dough by hand. She recently is going through a rough time after having gall bladder surgery and can’t work as she is a waitress. Would love to give this set to her as a gift!

  • Candace says:

    I was the person in the family that could burn microwave macaroni. It wasn’t something that bothered me too much until I graduated from high school. I was living on my own and couldn’t afford to buy meals, but craved REAL food. I have always been a ‘jump in the pool’ vs ‘dip your toes in’ kind of person so I decided to make a pie as my first real cooking venture.

    I went to my grandmothers and picked blueberries. I brought them home, washed them, and found a recipe in an old cook book (I mean OLD). From start to table it did not take long, did not take many ingredients, and seemed almost impossible to ruin. It tasted great. I only got one slice because all of my friends ate it! That pie gave me the confidence I needed, and now most of the food I make is from scratch.

  • Ashley Hayes says:

    True Story…
    I’m 19 years old and want to bake my boyfriend, now husband (a chef mind you) a cherry pie from scratch. I go to the store and buy all the ingredients, go back to our little house and get started. I’ve cut in the butter and mixed everything together. I’ve floured the counter and ready to roll out the dough; I then discover no rolling pen. Without thinking of an easy fix like a glass would roll it out I get a bit more creative. I take by pie dough outside in between several sheets of wax paper and aluminum foil and proceed to run it over with my car. Bad idea. Needless to say no pie was made that day. I ended up with super flat dough with a beautifully patterned tread.

  • sweta says:

    Pies always remind me of summers full of fruit and evenings spent with friends. In particular, I remember a few years ago for my birthday some friends baked me a strawberry rhubarb pie. I had just moved to California and experienced my first earthquake that very same day. Oddly, the pie ended up with a crack through the center — it became the “birthquake” pie! Overall, the pie was such a thoughtful, touching gesture and was one of my favorite birthdays yet!

  • Ashley Hayes says:

    On another note: I did just make an awesome apple bacon pie with gingerbread crust last night :)

  • Trina-Lea Briggs says:

    My favorite pie memory is thankfully…an ongoing one…
    “My Mum’s pies” All types…sweet and savory…so hard to pin down just one flavor but if pressed I would have to choose her apple/blackberry…
    When asked what her secret is to her famous pies…her reply is always the same…”cold hands” According to Mum having cold hands contributes to her pastry being extra flaky and tender…which may be true…but if you ask me I think it is more the latter two words of that old saying…cold hands…”Warm Heart”!
    PS I’m a Canadian with a US mailing address…fingers crossed this allows me to take part in this fabulous give away. ;-)

  • Linda says:

    I will never forget my first meringue experience. I was told to put the ingredients in the mixer and ignore it, because watching it wouldn’t allow it to get fluffy enough. So, I did as I was told and it worked. Almost too well, as it was the highest meringue I’ve ever seen. It almost overwhelmed my poor chocolate pie, but no one complained and there was none left over so I called it a success.

  • Stasha Switzer says:

    The first time I had a lard-crust pie was the first time I’d ever had my mother-in-law’s apple pie. It was a revelation. Not knowing just HOW GOOD this expertly prepared pie was going to be, I unassumingly put a bite in and had my mind blown. I never knew pie could be so good. It was a revelation. I could not shut up about how fantastic that pie was! That revelatory pie set me on a course to be a pie maker, and I have been perfecting my technique ever since. Pies are now my favorite thing to make!

  • Heather says:

    Fav pie? Too hard! I do love the ones made by the pie wagon at my favorite farmer’s market. Sour cherry pecan, with a whole wheat lard crust is deadly.

  • Christy says:

    I had to blog my pie memory – as I can’t seem to write anything brief to save my life. Here’s the link to “My Lesson In Pie.”
    http://ourhomesteadhaven.com/2012/11/08/a-lesson-in-pie/

    Thanks for hosting this fantastic giveaway!

    Christy

  • rachellake says:

    I grew up many hours away from all of my extended family. An older couple at our church became like grandparents to me and my sister. We grew up eating Faye’s apple pie on every special occasion, marveling over her perfect crust. Eventually my family moved away, leaving the coast of NC for the midwest. As a going away gift, Faye spent an afternoon in her kitchen teaching the secrets of her pie. Her crust recipe, handwritten on an index card, tied to the handle of a rolling pin travelled across the country with me. Now, every time there is pie, there is Faye in the kitchen as well.

  • Jennifer says:

    My best pie memories and crust recipes are from baking with my grandmother. A mother to nine (nine!!) children, the most affordable and tasty thing to do was cook most everything at home. Near Fall and Thanksgiving, there was always pie. Pork pie (we’re of French Canadian heritage afterall), apple, pumpkin…yum. She has a series of photos of baking with me when I was maybe 5. Getting started with a fresh pair of dark denim overalls, a rolling pin, grin from ear to ear. Needless to say – there are several floury white photos of me in my not-so-dark denim overalls rolling out crust with my grandmother. Miss those days :)

  • Dena says:

    My favorite pie memory is of the one and only pie I’ve attempted yet: a peach pie over the summer. My lattice work was atrocious and it took me forever to pit and peel each peach, but I did it and that pie was delicious! It’s true – hard work in the kitchen makes everything taste better, probably because you’re exhausted, but still…

  • Kelly Mosley says:

    The best pie I have ever eaten and also made myself was pecan pie, with pecans from the yard and homemade crust! Our fingers hurt from weeks of cracking pecans but it was worth it! That was a long time ago! I have a big bag waiting to be cracked now, I’m sure we will remember why we haven’t made this pie in years, but I’m hoping it will be equally as delicious as the first ☺

  • Jill Adams says:

    I have to admit my favorite memory of pie has nothing to do with baking it myself. . . I love pies and have recently been making savory pies as we have 9 laying hens that give us wonderful eggs everyday! More eggs then we can eat. So I’ve been trying to think of recipes that use a ton of eggs, German Pancakes anyone? Anyway, my most memorable pie memory was about four years ago. I was living at home with my parents recovering from a rather serious car accident. My mom, dad, and I were watching T.V. pretty late one night, it was about mid-night and none of us wanted to go to bed. My dad said, “man I sure could go for a piece of pie.” My mom gives us a look; you know the mom look as if she’s rolling her eyes in her mind. My dad followed up by saying, lets go to Village Inn! His face lit up like a child’s face on Christmas morning seeing toys under the tree. So we drove downtown to our local Village Inn and we each ordered a slice of pie. Moments like this keep life fun and create great memories.

  • Doug says:

    When I was 13, I worked for a lady making meals for a private family on an estate. One day she gave me a recipe for a rhubarb, apple, sour cream pie. It didn’t sound very good to me at the time with the very limited palate that I had. However, after crafting the crust by hand, shaping the edges with my fingers to make a nice wavy edge, and then filling the pie with the rhubarb, sour cream and apple mix that I had made myself, there was a sense of pride in what I had done. Not only that, the pie tasted fantastic. It was a uniquely flavorful pie that has stuck with me ever since. That is one pie memory that will continue to last a lifetime.

  • Yasmin says:

    I love this! I have had pie on the mind lately…Maybe, it’s the fall. Or, perhaps, it’s the cold chill in the air making me want to stay indoors and bake. Or, more likely, it could be that I’m pregnant and pie just always sounds delicious!!

  • Tziporah H says:

    Every friday afternoon I bake a pie with my daughters. In the beginning I insisted on following traditional recipes. But now they have taken over and come up with all sorts of concoctions – and they are always delicious. Last week we had peach, chocolate and goji berry pie. I love this time we spend together; I think about how one day they will do the same with their own daughters.

  • Stephanie says:

    I remember making an apple pie with my aunt when I was a little girl. The entire process was really fun and I remember how delicious the pie filling smelled. As we were getting ready to put the pie in the oven, I bumped it with my elbow and it fell on the ground. I was devastated and feared my aunt’s reaction. When she saw the pie on the floor, she wasn’t upset at all. She cleaned it up and we started over. I never forgot her patience. The second pie ended up being delicious and well worth the time of making it twice!

  • Sara C says:

    I wish I had a really good pie memory – I can say the best pie I’ve ever tasted was a key lime pie while vacationing in Florida. Pie making is on my to-do list for the holidays. I have never made my own pie and I really really really want to give it a shot!

  • Linda Jacobson says:

    Pie does not make me think of Marie Calendar or some store, it makes me think of my Dad. This man can make a pie. All from scratch. You have not had a pie unless you ate it our house. He can make the best ever apple pie and let me not forget coconut cream which melts in your mouth. My all time favorite is Lemon Meringue. These memories are huge to me because growing up I remember our wealth not being much so holidays and birthdays were not extravagant. Instead of all the gifts we always got to choose what we wanted for our birthday meal and I always had a pie from my Dad. My kids get to see a little bit of that tradition when I make homemade pies but nothing compares to Grandpa and his tasty treats.

  • Meri says:

    My favorite pie memory was baking lemon meringue pies with my great grandmother (Nana) around the holidays. The warm kitchen, the lemon smell hanging in the air. She would always make everything from scratch and use real lemons for the pie. I touched my eye after I grated some lemon one time…bad idea….spent the next hour in the bathroom washing out my eye with cold water. The next time we made pies I wore gloves! My Nana passed away 14 years ago but the memories are keeping her spirit alive.

  • Tina Dunn says:

    When I was 12 I believe my Dad made me a cherry pie instead of a birthday cake and I absolutely loved it. Many years later when I was off in college I would come home on weekends during the fall and Dad and I would bake pies together, I still think of him and smile everytime I roll out a pie crust and make a homemade apple pie.

  • Patty Wall says:

    I love pies. I make pies. My birthday is even pi. (3.14)
    Every Thanksgiving, I am the pie person. Pumpkin. Apple. Lemon meringue. Strawberry/cranberry (my favorite). Pie.

  • Elizabeth says:

    I make pie for Thanksgiving every year but I used to buy the crust. A few years ago I decided to make my own. While the instructions said to shape the dough into four rounds before freezing (made four crusts), I left it in one big ball in the bowl. When I went to get it out of the bowl, break off a section, and roll it out I really regretted ignoring the instructions and I bent the tip of my knife trying to dislodge the dough from the bowl.

  • Kristen Walker says:

    Pie (uhumm *crisp*) is the start of my marriage. You see my husband and I went to the same church for several months and though we saw each other and said our “hellos” in passing there wasn’t ever a real opportunity to TALK to each other. I really liked him- he thought I was sweet but I never knew… Until:
    It was the summer and he was out of college for the time, staying with our pastor’s family ( he was from HI and decided to stay in the area for the break). I thought about ways to maybe get to talk so I decided to make him an apple crisp (we shall count it as pie for all purposes herein :-) ). I made it and made sure that it had the wonderful crunchy sweet strudel topping, took it to church and just when I was about to give it to him… I lost my nerve. Instea I gave it to our pastor’s son and said ” Here, I made this for you and Scott”. He wa a bit older and must have known what I was getting at because after Scott and I had been married he revealed that when he took te apple crisp home he said ” Here Scott, Kristen made this for you.” That weekend my mom and I went out of town to visit my grandparents but Scott did not know. He is not a baker at all, but he did his best an made me an apple crisp to return the dish with. He brought it to church but could only find my dad! So he gave it to my dad, for me and my dad must have known how important that apple baked deliciousness was. The next morning he hopped in te car and drove that apple dish across a state line to give it to me.
    After that, the door was open- it was love. Less than a year later we were married and now it has been 3.5 years and we have a beautiful little girl that will soon be 1 AND we still love pie!

  • Michelle Crane says:

    I remember making my first pie – lemon meringue – when I was 8 years old. Mom helped some, but I pretty much did it all myself.

  • Hikergurl says:

    It was 1994 and I made a pie for a holiday party with approximately 200 people. There was a baking contest and I won based on my pecan crusted pumpkin pie. That was fun! I forgot about this moment until I read todays blog post.
    hippycas@yahoo.com

  • Gin says:

    I have not always been adept at pie making. My first Thanksgiving Pumpkin pie crust was rock hard, thank goodness the filling turned out edible. Now, after many years of preparing flawless crusts in my food processor, my home has sold and I am in between houses with 90% of my belongings in storage. Including my entire kitchen! So, this weekend I will attempt making pie crust the old fashioned way, by hand. Eek! Glad I will have a few days to practice before Thanksgiving!.

  • Sarah M says:

    I have 2 good pie memories. The first one is the year I was diagnosed with celiac disease, a friend of the family made (surprise!) a gluten free apple pie for our Thanksgiving dinner. I was practically in tears because it tasted so good and I so appreciated her efforts (she made 3 in all!). The second is the “pie” i.e. crustless quiche I made today for lunch. We had a beautiful morning playing outside (me knitting) and I was able to ‘clean out the fridge’ and get lunch in the oven within 10 minutes. Leftover cooked onion + pancetta, 3 cheese mix, and cooked broccoli and we snarfed it outside with the wind blowing. Absolutely lovely. Thank you for the awesome giveaway!!
    Sarah M

  • Sarah says:

    When I was 10 years old, I saw a recipe for Pecan Pie in Dear Abby’s column (why she was suddenly giving recipes instead of advice I have no idea… ) I had never made a pie before but I made that one all by myself for Thanksgiving. It was wonderful and I was so proud. Every year from then on at Thanksgiving I made Pecan Pie. Now though, we always spend Thanksgiving with my mother-in-law who doesn’t like pecan pie.. That holiday is just not the same for me anymore!

  • Lisa says:

    Oh Ashley, pie has always been a big part of my life! My Mema used to make pies for several home town restaurants she worked at when I was growing up. My great aunt, my mom, and now my daughters all make fabulous pies!…. My favorite recent memory of pie was last fall when I had the pleasure and honor of helping my 9 year old granddaughter make her first pie. It took us a little while because she was so fascinated with the apple peeler, she just kept on peeling! Anyway, she did most everything herself with Grammy’s guidance, rolling out the dough, mixing and adding the filling, and crimping the edges. She was so excited the entire time. And the biggest joy for me is a picture of her and I that sits on my kitchen window shelf. She is holding the pie and has the biggest grin on her face you’ve ever seen. A priceless time and memory with the sweetest girl on earth. (I know I’m a little partial) :)

  • Vanessa says:

    I am terrified of making pies, so I never do. just 3 years ago, I asked my husband what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday, his response, peanut butter pie. I found a simple recipe from the Pioneer Woman website and made the icebox pie. It is now a family favorite. My 5 & 3 yo can make it nearly all by themselves. It’s our favorite pie, by far.

    On an unrelated note, my 3 YOs response to everything these days is “pie”. I overheard the two brothers arguing – you kicked me, the older says to the younger (they share a double bed), no i didn’t, yes you did, no i didn’t, yes you did. Until finally the younger one responded with “Pie!” and they both burst into laughter. I did too.

  • For me, the mention of ‘pie’ is a straight trip back to my childhood. My maternal grandmother was famous for ALL of her baked goods, but especially her pie. Especially especially her strawberry pie. It is to die for. And my mouth is watering now just thinking about it!

    Here’s the kicker, my grandmother now has Alzheimers disease and as of last year and more or less retired from her baking escapades. Her recipes have been passed down to her own five kids, and to all 26 of us grand-kids so they will live on in our families for a long time to come now. Even though we’re all following the exact same recipe, no one’s ever tastes better than Grandma’s does.

    My grandmother has progressed to the point with her disease where she is no longer forming new memories, so it has become especially fun to reminisce with her about ‘the old days’ when she used to have to bake up 4-5 pies to fulfill us all!

    Now, and forever pies will remind me of my beloved grandmother, and I think that is such an awesome thing!

  • Rachael Schroeder says:

    My family everyone except me LOVES pie more than any other dessert and always have it for every holiday and birthday. I finally made my 1st completely home made batch of 2 pies for 4th of July in 2010, they were so lovely, with strawberries and blueberries, and made cut stars covering the entire top and dusted with big crystal sugar. I am not becoming more and more of a pie person like the rest of my family. Just put LOTS of thick crust on there.

  • That pie box is wonderful. And the pie server- I love it! My pie memory is more of a crumble memory- I do hope that counts.
    We had taken a very long road trip up to your area to stay in a cabin in the mountains (we live in South/Central Texas). We went apple picking that morning, hiked Chimney Rock in the afternoon, and then came back to the cabin. As the children swung from vines in the trees I made an apple crumble in the kitchen. We kept it on the wood stove all day to keep it warm so we could nibble at it whenever the mood struck. That memory right there is my happy place. I visit it almost nightly before falling asleep. The apple picking, the crisp mountain air, the wood burning stove- all of those were new experiences for us Texans. And it counts as a favorite moment for all of us.

  • Sarah Freeh says:

    I remeber the first time my mother tried to make a fresh pumpkin pie for me with pumpkins I brought home. It had a green hue to it and just would not set…..I ekpt putting it back in the oven over and over again because it was like greenish porridge. Eventually gave that up after many hours of being in the oven. Of course I had to at least try to eat it anyways as I love pumpkin pie! It was so horribly disgusting….it was wet and had a funky texture along with the fact it tasted like dirty socks because the recipe she used called for entirely way to much clove. Oh yes…and there were also a heep of egg shells throughout…it was just awful! And of course there were two of these monstrosities as that is what the recipe made…I couldn’t eat it, it was repulsive…my husband felt bad so he ate most of it. It was the color of the inside of a felafel patty. I am now refining the recipe I use which I concocted from several recipes and my own touches with no clove and extra ginger and cinnamon with a hint of real vanilla

  • Amanda Baker says:

    These are sooo beautiful. I would love to have them.

  • Alexandra says:

    I had a friend as a child who thought it would be SO fun to be hit in the face with a pie; I obliged her on her 12th birthday with two chocolate cream pies. There was much giggling, but now I just think . . . I should have saved one for eating!

  • Darah says:

    When I was little the only pie I’d ever had was pumpkin pie at the holidays and out of the pre-mixed can with frozen dough. It was something we had to have but no one really enjoyed it- it was a foundation for really good whipped cream. When I was about 13 though we joined the extended-extended family for thanksgiving – there were at least 75 people and I will never forget the banquet table laden with great aunt Nina’a pies. At least 30 pies and at least 10 different kinds. It was amazing and they were all excellent. Something to aspire to :)

  • June Chan says:

    My favorite apple pie recipe comes from a major teenage crush. I still use it to this day in my 30s. What can make apple pie more delicious than the memory of sweet times past?

  • PAULA says:

    My best pie memory: It happened when I was a teenager. My mom counldn’t get me to eat spinach for nothing. It didn’t matter what she did, how she disguised it, I was a horrible picky eater and my poor mom didn’t know how to cope. One day I visited a high school friend and her mom made us ham and cheese pies (this is before i became vegan). I found out that it was a spinach mix filling with pieces of ham and topped with cheese before the dough at the top closed it. I enjoyed so much I had no idea spinach could taste good ;) Either way, I’ll never forget, because my mom got so furious when she found out I ate spinach at someone else’s house and I still wouldn’t eat hers (bratty kid I was, I said “make me cheese and ham pie and I’ll eat it lol). So I made it a couple of time afterwards and then became vegan, so my pie making is a whole lot different now, but still…. I always laugh and think about that experience with the spinach pie, ’cause that’s what it was, the ham and cheese were the excuse lol ;D

  • Sarah Dallas says:

    “Promises like Pie Crusts” one of my most loved and cherished poems from the nineteenth century, by Christinia Rossetti, evokes a similar response when I see this unyielding possibility of love and warmth in a wood pie box! This is an heirloom to be past down the generations like anything good for the soul whether it be poetry, love, or sweet memories made from the heart. Anyone would be blessed to win!

  • Mary B says:

    My family moved to Europe for my Fathers job when I was very young and stayed for around 5 years. When we came back to the United States, it was a HUGE adjustment for me in so many ways. I was so young when we left, I had no idea who anyone in my extended family was when we came back. My mothers family had a big homecoming celebration for us when we returned and I remember being overwhelmed because I had no idea who anyone was, I missed my life back in Germany and I was totally freaked out by how different the US was to me but I was supposed to be happy about coming home (which I was, but it was a lot for me to take in at the time…). Anyway, my Aunt, who is a wonderful cook, made this delicious pecan pie. Pecan pie was my very favorite and I hadn’t had it in Europe and I missed it a lot. It was so good to have it after 5 years and now every time I eat pecan pie I think about coming home and getting to know my family again but also it makes me kinda homesick for Europe even though its been 20 years since I’ve lived there.

  • Kristin says:

    Being allergic to cinnamon, I have never been a huge pie lover since many I cannot eat. One Thanksgiving I went home to my mom’s and I attempted to make my own pumpkin pie with coconut and macadamia nut crust. It was my first pie baking experience, and it was a huge success! Even I loved it! I was a newly converted pie lover.
    The second time was not so nice. Having moved into my own apartment with limited resources, my fiance and I attempted to recreate this amazing pie. I must also mention the gas oven I in our apartment is between 50-75 degree off the temperature setting that is barely legible. Unfortunately, we no longer had a standing mixer (nor a hand mixer). Have you tried peaking eggs by hand? Three hours, two more friends and eight very tired arms later, we “half peaked” the eggs and stuck the pies in the oven…and I left to take a nap with the timer on. Needless to say, that year the pies burned and were not fluffy or even cooked all the way through. We ate one that was pretty good that night and threw away the other three. We bought two pies for for our two families Thanksgiving meals at the grocer. Not a huge success.
    That year, I asked for a hand mixer from my aunty and we got an oven thermometer and a pizza stone to help regulate the oven temperature. Hopefully this year is much better than last.

  • Beccah Larsen says:

    My pie memory is a fews years back I wanted to make my aunts famouse sweet potatoe pie for thanksgiving…she gave me the recipe….I made it, tried it and it just didn’t taste right…didn’t taste awesome like my aunts! I looked at the recipe over and over to see what I did wrong…couldn’t figure it out….year after year same thing…then finally after talking to my aunt about the recipe we realized she forgot to write down 3 pretty important ingredients! Now my pie taste GREAT!

  • Terry says:

    I love making pies, but couldn’t hold a candle to my best friend. As a child, she always had a blackberry pie on her birthday – never cake! Then when she had her own child, she became known as the “mom who sends pie in her son’s lunchbox”. She’s gone now, but I never make a pie without thinking of her.

  • Eleanor says:

    Every year, my dad uses the leftover Halloween pumpkins to make pie. He makes dozens of wonderful pumpkin pies, with real pumpkin and lots of spices, and then gives them to everyone he knows. My sisters and I each get one, and Thanksgiving wouldn’t be complete without several. I literally cannot eat store bought pies anymore – my dad’s have spoiled me!

  • Jan says:

    Oh my gosh…my grandmother loved to bake anything and everything! She had quite the sweet tooth, and we all loved her for it! She made wonderfully delicious pies. My favorite would be any one of her cream pies….coconut, chocolate, banana….her baking made the kitchen smell warm and inviting! Being with my grandma meant sitting down with a glass of milk, a slice of pie and enjoying her hilarious sense of humor and intense interest in “all things grandchildren.” :-)

  • Nerissa says:

    I love pie and have a fall birthday. The natural result is that while in college I baked myself a birthday pie. As an extra bonus I did it all from scratch. This was my first pumpkin pie from actual pumpkin and it was really watery. So it took a long time to bake. People didn’t want to leave my party without tasting the pie so when it came out of the oven we didn’t wait long enough for it to cool. As we sang that classic birthday song the candles melted into the pie. There were molten pools of wax in the cake as we served it. But when we put the ice cream on they solidified and we could pull them out. I can’t tell you how funny it was. I guess we all got a valuable lesson in patience.

  • Nina Marie says:

    Not really a pie kind of girl, that is until the day I made one; so not really a pie kind of girl, unless it’s homemade by me… :) * I make an apple pie, it was amazing… :) There is just something special about homemade stuff; especially when you do it yourself… :)

  • Faith says:

    This is not a particularly sentimental memory, but when I used to work in a particular non-profit, we were trying to get in-kind donations of desserts for a volunteer party (many of our volunteers were seniors). We happened to get a large donation of pies. We were not as thrilled as we were hoping to get something a little less messy, but one of my co-workers said, “Old people like pie.” Ever since then, every time I have had or made pie I have thought to myself, “Old people like pie.” and it made me laugh.

  • Katie F says:

    My favorite pie memory is when my grandfather made me a pie instead of a cake for my 6th birthday. Pies remind me so much of my family as all the men of my family are bakers. I would love to gift this set to my brother for Christmas this year!

  • Allison says:

    Baking pie & pie crust cookies with my grandmother for Christmas. I ate all the pie crust cookies one year and my aunt was very upset with me ( I couldn’t stop myself! they were too delicious!)

  • Michelle says:

    I grew up in a non baking household where nothing was ever made from scratch, in fact dinner was usually take out! In my quest to make everything from scratch, pie scared me the most, until one day I just jumped in and conquered! Apple pie was my first accomplishment and it is a household and family holiday favorite, yay pie! I love your year of pies book by the way!

  • Sara says:

    My favorite pie memory (memories) is my mom’s special apple pie at holidays. She makes the most unbelievable flaky crusts, and the apple filling is so apple-y, not watery, not too sweet. I try every year to make one with her recipe, and it turns out well, just not quite like hers!

  • Davina says:

    Pumpkin pie is best made with butternut squash!

  • Debbie S. says:

    If by wee chance you pick me, please pass the prize on to someone else. I couldn’t do it justice; there’s just two of us and i only make a few pies a year and we live in a 600 sq. ft home with no garage; so, no real space for storing.
    So, why enter, you ask? Because i wanted to share my pie story.
    My Grandmother stopped by our house one day when i was about ten or twelve. She came bearing a fresh, homemade strawberry pie. I was home alone so the instructions were to save some for the rest of the family. I ate one piece. No-one came home, so i ate another. This went on til there was one piece left. Still no-one came home. I figured i deserved the whole darn pie for having to stay by myself all day, so i ate it! I’ve never felt guilty; it was the best pie i’ve ever had!

  • Julie says:

    My most profound pie moment was the first pie I ever baked. Age 12, I believe, with canned cherry pie filling and a homemade crust.
    It wasn’t spectacular – I’m not sure I’ve used canned pie filling since – but it was empowering. A significant moment in realizing that it’s worth it to try new and intimidating things – especially since my mother had never baked a pie (she’s an unswerving cookie aficionado).
    I still recall the little cherry crust cut-outs I placed on top!

  • Lissa says:

    When I was 14, I tried to make a mom a healthy lemon meringue pie – as she was not eating sugar at that point. The pie had no surgar in it and I couldn’t fluff up the topping at all – needless to say it was horrible and every one thought so- but my mom was gracious to say its the thought that counts.

  • Nichole says:

    I can’t recall a certain pie memory… just the lovely thought of having them on the counter frequently while growing up. Each time someone was in the kitchen another small sliver would “disappear.” :)

  • Anna says:

    All of the pie gear is beautiful! My dad loves pies though he isn’t an avid baker but he makes a few pies a year. We used to pick wild blueberries from the field by our house and keep them in the fridge for a few days until we picked enough for a pie. I love pie cold or at room temperature for breakfast, something I picked up from my dad.

    I have to second your holiday excitement. I normally don’t like to think about Christmas until well into December, but this year I feel like I am ready for the holiday season right now.

  • Meg says:

    Pie always makes me think of my Grandma. She made the best apple pies, right from the apples off the tree in her yard. My Mom is a great cook, but never felt comfortable making pies. So we only had pie when my Grandma made it.
    One Thanksgiving, after I had moved away from home and lived on my own, I decided I wanted to make a pie to bring to Thanksgiving dinner. This seemed like a special contribution, since apple pie was always such a rare dessert for our family, mostly saved for holidays. I had never baked a pie before! As I was making it I realized there was no way for me to tell how it tasted until everyone bit into the much anticipated Thanksgiving dessert. This could be a disaster!
    So….I decided to make two pies and try one. That way I figured I would know beforehand if it was really bad. Good news is they turned out well, and everyone seemed to like it.
    I have been wanting a pecan pie for some reason lately. So I decided I will make an organic pecan pie for my family’s Thanksgiving dinner. This pie box and serving set would be perfect!! I love Mighty Nest and try my best to use all safe and nontoxic products in our house!

  • Katie B. says:

    I was big enough to peel apples when my mom showed me and my sisters how to make apple pie. Maybe 4 or 5 yrs old. I remember her telling us how her mom made the same pie each year at Thanksgiving. And pumpkin pie, we did that one as well. The smell of granny smiths, sugar, cinnamon, and butter still take me back to cooking with my mom. Although I don’t eat either type of pie myself, I make apple and pumpkin each year for my family. Recipes are my best memories.

  • Kelli says:

    I remember the Thanksgiving my mom taught me to make pie crust from scratch. Man, rolling that junk is frustrating! But it is a sweet memory with my mom.

  • Carol in NC says:

    Birthdays are extra special around here, but weirdly, not one of my three nearly grown children likes cake. Pies with birthday candles have been in order for years and even my husband prefers pie on his day as well. Believe me, there have been some wild and crazy requests but I can say with confidence that most have mostly turned out pretty darn good!
    When do we have birthday cake? Why, my own birthday of course, and it’s usually store bought and very chocolaty! :)

  • JessieM says:

    I’m not sure this is profound, but baking pies is my favorite part of the holidays. It’s my one responsibility for Thanksgiving, since we travel to see family. Every year the kids and I spend the days before we leave lovingly preparing the staples (pumpkin, apple and pecan) as well as a fun, new pie. It’s such a great time!

  • I’m slowly but surely getting the pie bug (I do apple every year which is addictive but I suck at crusts).

    On a RAD note – I was at Kitchen Kaboodle here in Portland today and they have a table set up with your book featured, surrounded by pie-making tools :) I squealed :)

  • Oops, so excited to tell you about Kitchen Kaboodle that I forgot to add my pie memory! Mine is my stepdad’s apple pie – watching him was scientific. The sifter, the zen mode in him rolling the crust. Getting the crate of apples from Hood River each fall. Me sitting there doing a horrible job peeling apples but feeling like a part of tradition. We made it not just for holidays, but also for my mom’s birthday – she of course had it with a slice of cheese on top. When I grew up, I looked for a recipe that would duplicate the flavor (tart apples, minimal sugar, perfect crust, and apples that were not all mushy gushy like most pies). I’ve created my own recipe that takes a bit from recipes by Martha Stewart, Williams-Sonoma, and more. But girl I still need help with rolling a crust. However in the end, the taste is MWAH! Worth it. Best addition? My Gram’s antique silver server :)

  • Marie says:

    I don’t have any specific pie memories, but I do know that I’ve loved every piece I’ve ever eaten- especially ones made by loved ones. That is, as long as there is vanilla ice cream involved.

  • Linda Martin says:

    My best pie memory is of a splendid slice of raw coconut cream pie at the farmer’s market in Willits, California, with my two-year-old daughter and I quickly realizing that we were each vying for every bite!

  • Scott says:

    As a child I was not encouraged to cook with my mother. Her kitchen time was private. My parents both had weekend and night shifts and my favorite pie memory happened to fall on a weekend when she had a Saturday shift at the hospital. My father organized a trip to the orchard to pick apples followed by baking an apple pie together with me and my sister. It felt special to have that time baking together.

  • oukay says:

    My favorite pie memory would be from about 4 years ago when my son decided we should cook an All-American meal to commemorate the presidential inauguration. Of course he helped me make an apple pie – what could be more symbolic?

  • Lindsey says:

    I’d always celebrated Thanksgiving with my family in Kentucky. But the year we lived in Colorado, we couldn’t make it back. We ended up spending the holiday with my cousins and aunt in Longmont. It was nice to spend it with some family, but I missed my parents and my old Kentucky home. I was in charge of dessert and was thoroughly planning on picking up something from the bakery, but was divinely inspired to make my first pie—a Derby pie as an homage to everyone we’d be missing. It turned out surprisingly well. More importantly, I got a taste of home on a day when I was missing it most. I love how food can do that for you.

  • Heidi says:

    I am excited that I learned how to make my own pie crusts and it is wayyyy better than store bought. I don’t know why but I have always been intimidated by pie crusts. I have made several pies lately from apples I picked at an old cemetery. I don’t know if it was “legal” to get them, but they were going to waste and they were very, very good. I couldn’t just pass them by.

  • Karly K says:

    Every since I was small, I always preferred pie to cake. For birthdays, it always had to be pumpkin pie (my birthday is late October). So, for my wedding this past September we had a beautiful assortment of delicious pies for our guests. Everyone responded on our RSVP cards with their choice of pecan, strawberry, cherry, or apple. So much prettier a display than just one cake, plus every guest got a slice of their favorite! Pie for the win!

  • Daisy says:

    Chocolate cream pie. My mother was a snob and thought that was a low-class dessert. So now I can not eat it in public. I do, however, eat it in private. I love it.

  • so many pies so little time! Had 2 pretty good gluten free pumpkin pies this week, yummmm

  • Krystal says:

    I was so excited to share my first pie memory, sure that I’d remember something- some evening baking with my momom, or a summer afternoon picking berries with my granny. They were old-fashioned, depression era, dirty hands kind of ladies…but my first real pie memory was only, oh, a year ago, when I made my very first -succesful- pie…by myself, with granny and momom far out of reach. And realized that all the pies I’d ever shared with my family were store bought or instant. I never cared much about or knew the power of food until relatively recently, and each time I share something, it still feels profound.

  • Megan says:

    After 37 years of life, a career in advertising, attending culinary school during said career, having three kids and currently being a full-time mom, I have finally come to truly appreciate pie.

    My dad always raved about cherry pie and blueberry pie growing up and I never really got the fascination (I only ever liked pumpkin pie and that was seasonal for us). He was so picky about it…too gelatinous, too sweet, cardboard crust, not enough fruit. It was always something. I get it now. He was right. There are a lot of bad pies out there. BUT, there are also a ton of really delicious, perfectly sweetened, just the right amount of fruit, flaky-crusted pies. I’m a convert. I’m a fan. Maybe I just needed to mature to appreciate pie. I will make homemade pie for the rest of my life and I can only hope my kids learn to appreciate pie way before I ever did. I already have one blueberry pie fan in the house and he’s only 7.

  • Barbara Ellingsen says:

    For years, I made the pumpkin pies for every Thanksgiving celebration. I made the crust from scratch, and sometimes even the pumpkin puree for the filling. One year, pressed for time, I used ready made pie crusts. Those who ate the pie told me the crust was the best I had ever made. Needless to say, I didn’t divulge my secret.

  • Barbara says:

    I have no pie memories. I was always the cake eater, the anti-pie person in my family. But I started canning this year and now suddenly I have a deep desire to make pies for thanksgiving, for my daughter’s school functions, for FUN! Alas, I don’t (yet) have a pie dish! So this could start me on my life of pi(e)…

  • Miss Mala says:

    My dearly departed Aunt was an incredible. She taught me how to make biscuits when I wasn’t even tall enough to reach the counter; the handy little kitchen stool boosted me up to reach that magical counter top! On any given day my Aunt would be baking something – anything and did her kitchen smell good! For a period of time she was a regular vendor at our local farmers market; her specialty was pie! My uncle built her a portable “pie rack” to hold her precious pies for sale at market – I think it held about 50 pies! I remember her excitement when she purchased her first convection oven . . . now she could bake LOTS of pies all at once! Her berry pies were always made from freshly picked berries – blueberries, Saskatoon berries, raspberries, strawberries. She was always so proud of her pies; if you didn’t get to market early her pies would be sold out! She passed a year ago July. I can still see her proudly showing off her fresh-baked pies which were held by berry-stained fingers, the most beautiful smile on her face, her make-up impecable and her attire always neat and pressed! Oh how I miss her, I had so much more to learn from her.

  • My elementary school was named after a tremendous pie apple–the Gravenstein. It’s an uncommon variety, but it is amazing baked into a flakey, buttery crust. I spent many a fall day baking these red-green mottled apples into golden deliciousness with my Nana, and I’ll forever love pie because of it.

  • Toni Tone says:

    My mom made the best apple pies. She showed me her magic crust. A secret combination of sour cream, butter, water, and flour. She cut the apples, covered them in sugar and cinnamon, flour, butter, and salt. Then my mom took my hands, and she put the balls of mixed flour, butter and sour cream into them and she showed me how to make pie. Every time my mom made pie, I was by her side. Sneaking apple slices, snagging balls of dough, stealing hugs and kisses.

    Now I can’t stop. I use the same crust recipe that my mom showed me and I turn everything into a pie. I was 8 then, maybe 5. Now at 29, I can make pies with my eyes closed

    I am so far away from my family now, living in a new place. I often miss them in NY. I bring the memory of love, warmth, and shared sweets from my home as a little girl back to life with pie. Pie creates community for me with my friends, while reminding me that at one point in my life, I had true deep love from my mother, as beautiful and perfect as pie.

  • Bethany says:

    I grew up in a Hamlet, nestled in the Mountains of VT. My mom stayed home with us, therefore money was tight. My mom loved to cook and bake from scratch. So my childhood is covered and insterted with memories of her singing in the kitchen, while happily baking away. There were a few things she made, that i always wanted to help with, Strawberry Jam preserving. homemade wheat bread and making Apple Pie (to name a few). This memory comes with the way she always had so much patience. I loved baking with her, and to this day believe that my mama’s Apple Pie, with homemade butter crust and a scoop of B&J’s on top, is just about the best thing ever. Now i am a newly married lady, and find myself looking at the recipies that come from pure ingreidents. I find myself craving days spent in my kitchen, baking healthy, homemade food for my family. I recently bought your book, A Year of Pies, and i’m in heaven. Pie is a staple in our home; i imagine myself cooking with my future children, letting them too feel the warmth of comfort, home and heart, that of which all that comes with a slice of pie.

  • Tia Bednar says:

    My grandmother, who won the pie contest at the fair every year, made amazing pies. They were always bubbling up in the oven and she even stockpiled them in the freezer, ready to go at any given moment. I am glad to carry on her traditions….

  • Amy Ordonez says:

    My Nana’s pecan pie was a slice of heaven, she would have loved the pie box!

  • R smith says:

    The pie box is to die for! This year I harvested all my golf ball sized green tomatoes before the frost and decided to make green tomato mincemeat. It wasn’t difficult but I had to tweak the recipe for my taste. But, I had to cook it down quite a bit and really baby-sit the pot for a couple of hours. I water-bathed 3 quarts, and was so pleased with myself for not wasting all those tomatoes. Thinking I was doing something new and different, I happened to talk to my mother, who grew up on a farm, and when she heard about my mincemeat she said that’s what they used to do when she was a girl. So much for my innovation.

  • Allison says:

    Pie was never a big thing in our house growing up, but it was with my husband’s family. His grandmother, who turned 102 last month, always made him a sugar pie (some call it vinegar pie- similar to what they have at the Jarrett House) and she called it “Tom” pie (in honor of my husband!). We would travel to visit her in college and she’d always have a Tom pie for us! The pie was so sweet and had lumps of sugar, it would make your teeth hurt, but in a good sugary way! It was always in the same pie plate and always sitting on the table when we arrived. She is now in a nursing home, but I have the pie plate! It is one of my treasures. I don’t bake pies in it, but nearly every Sunday I make homemade biscuits in it…and I always think of her!

  • Jenny says:

    When I was newly a vegetarian, I was sort of stumbling through cooking. One of the women I worked for and looked up to brought me a vegan tofu chocolate pie. It was fabulous and really inspired me to get into cooking and learn more about whole foods. And 15 years later I still use the recipe!

  • Lily says:

    yes! great giveaway. thanks for the chance!

  • Lauren Shepley says:

    I remember learning how to make a pie crust in a cooking class in college. Watching my roommates attempt the crust (and in come cases fail miserably) made me a little nervous to have a go on my own. When I had my own passable crust in front of me and later heard the praise of my very first, totally homemade, apple pie…I knew I was hooked on pie making for life :)

  • Meg says:

    My grandmother’s pecan pie – a holiday staple. And the year she showed me how to make one. The green milk glass pie plates she uses. She never makes it the same way twice, and yet it always tastes like grandma’s pie. How does that happen?

    Or, the year I lamented to a friend about ever making a pecan pie like my grandma’s. I didn’t even have a pie plate, I told her. How was I ever going to become a pie maker? A few weeks later she gave me a birthday present: one of her pie plates, a handwritten recipe for her grandma’s pecan pie, and a red apron. It was one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten.

  • Ryan G. says:

    My pie memories are of my grandfather’s pumpkin pie.

  • Linda says:

    I love to bake and I love love eating pies, but I almost always mess up the crust dough! It always comes out too wet, or too dry, and I can’t get it to come together so I get frustrated and annoyed about the whole thing. I still don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

    One day my boyfriend and I tried baking together for the first time. We’d been dating long distance and he didn’t cook very often and baked even less. I was frustrated even thinking about making the crust. Meanwhile, he realized he loved the feeling of working dough in his hands :)

  • Molly says:

    I adore pie. And I have the fondest memories of eating pie at rural diners in Oregon — wonderful berry pies and custard pies.

  • Kristin says:

    Growing up, I lived in a very small town in northern Michigan. It was a beautiful city, right on the water, known for its endless rolling hills of cherry orchards. The city was lovingly known as “The Cherry Capital”, and one of the biggest events to look forward to during the summers there was the local Cherry Festival.
    When I was nine, my name was drawn out of a hat to be one of the Cherry Princesses for the festival. Now, that title sounds pretty great, I know, but at the time I was all tom boy and was less than thrilled to be deemed a “princess”. I rocked a pretty great bowl cut, played soccer, and it was all my mother could do to get me in a dress.
    As the day of the festival quickly approached, my classmates squealed about the upcoming events that I would get to participate in; I would get to sit on a float during the parade and wave, I would get to build a sandcastle for the Sandcastle Competition on the beach, and I would get to compete in the Cherry Pie Eating Contest! As exciting as this all was, I decided that I would rather be out swimming in the bay or playing soccer.
    So the day arrived for the Cherry Pie Eating Contest and I was all moans and groans, whining to my mom about how terrible she was for making me compete in the competition, and how I didn’t even LIKE pie. All of my fellow Princes and Princesses sat down in the chairs around me as the Cherry Festival Staff served us each a heaping scoop of cherry pie. A crowd was forming as the competition was about to start, and suddenly I decided in that moment that if I was going to have to do it, I was going to win.
    I looked up at my parents with a smile and gave them a thumbs up, and when the staff yelled, “GO!” I dove in. Before I knew it there was pie everywhere… pie filling in my hair and crumbs up my nose. As I swalled the last enormous mouthfull I threw my arm in the air and screamed, “DONE!” And low and behold, I had won!
    I still have the blue ribbon from that day hanging in my bedroom, and it is a constant reminder of what can be accomplished when you change your attitude and set your mind to something. I may not have known it at the time, but eating that piece of pie taught me a lot about the way I live my life to this day… Life is all about your perspective, and if you approach a situation with the right mindset, there’s nothing you can’t do.

  • ash says:

    My grandmother used to make pies for her chuch bazaar every year, and it was a weeked long affair with all of my aunts helping in one way or another. It took years of begging before my sister and I were deemed old enough to help, and we were so proud! We started out washing apples, then peeling, and then finally we began to be trusted with the big stuff!
    Those were my first experiences cooking. Dozens and dozens of pies and learning what really goes into delicious food. Even though I learned so much from those women, I still can”t make a pie as good as those ones were. I suspect I need a couple dozen more pies under my belt before I’ll ever be close.

  • Nicole says:

    I’ve always loved to bake simple pies, galettes, pastries, etc., and last Thanksgiving I decided to step up my game and make a pumpkin pie entirely from scratch. I work at a restaurant, so before my evening shift (day before Thanksgiving) I bought all of my ingredients from the store & farmers market. After my shift ended around midnight, I rushed home and started the process of roasting & pureeing a pumpkin and sweet potatoes and making my pie crust to let chill overnight. I got up early the next morning and started putting it all together, finally pouring the filling into my prepared crust in its glass dish. Now, I live in New York and have the tiniest kitchen (think maaaybe 6′ x 5′, literally no counters) that the front door opens into. After baking, I needed to let the pie cool at room temperature and because I was using our small bar table for prepping some other dishes I was making, I took one of our flat stools and placed the baking sheet on that in the kitchen. After a couple hours passed, about an hour away from the pumpkin pie being totally done, I realized I had forgotten an ingredient for a side dish, so I started to head outside. The stool was in front of the door, so I slowly started to pick it up and move it a few inches. It caught on the edge of a tile and and started tipping away from me and before I could catch it, there went the entire pie, face down, glass pie dish shattering everywhere! I instantly burst into tears, took a quick walk around my living room, grabbed a spoon, sat down on the floor and ate a couple glass-less bites of the filling. And it was fantastic:) Of course, I cleaned it up, ran out the door and bought a couple of the last pies from the store…but now I know I can make one! So you better believe that this year, I’ll be making the same pie, but that’s it, no other multiple (and let’s face it, everything is lesser than pie) dishes taking up valuable real estate in my apartment!

  • cynthia says:

    I can’t remember my first piece of pie, but I know that I have a love affair with it my whole life!
    I live on a farm and the farmer’s wives that I knew made the best pies ever, so the memory and
    inspirations are from them. Thanks for sharing these lovely things.

  • allegra says:

    I love the whole gift set- what’s not to love- wood, pie and server- woo hoo!

  • cyndi says:

    What is not to love- pie, beautiful wood, and oh the eating- yummy~!

  • trisha says:

    I have such lovely memories of making pies with my mom and most especially at the holidays.
    Being in the kitchen evokes such strong memories at times for me, since she has since past and my dad has been very ill for the last two years, so I miss all the working together making food for our family and feeling the sense of home and hearth. Sounds simple, but it’s the best stuff of life and when you lose it, memories are all you have. Then, once in a while, you set out to recreate the memory and eat the food, and it brings you some comfort. That’s what having a slice of pie or a meal that we had together does for me- brings me closer to my family and the love we put into the things we made for each other in the kitchen.

  • TulumChica says:

    When I was about 12, my younger brother and I were traveling with our grandparents to visit relatives out of state. We stopped to eat at a cafe in a bowling alley somewhere in Oklahoma. They brought out fresh pies with sky high meringue. My brother and I were entranced. Our grandparents (indulgent as only grandparents can be) bought each of us an entire pie – chocolate for my brother and coconut cream for me! By the time we arrived at our destination, there wasn’t much pie left. Many pies later, my brother still loves chocolate pie (and makes a good one) and I still love coconut cream pie. This remains one of my favorite memories of pie and my loving grandparents.

  • jodi says:

    First off, circumlocutious?! I love that word almost as much as I love pie. And, my man refers to me as an Ent due to my own long-winded ways, heh heh. As to the pie memory that stands out most to me, I would have to say it was the six pies I made for my dad on his 60th birthday. We threw him a surprise party, and even though it was the middle of July, I knew I had to make him the dessert he loves above all others – pumpkin pie! Since not everyone might be in the mood for pumpkin pie on a hot summer’s day, I decided to make others – peach, apple, berry, etc. Everyone had such a great time sampling all the different pies and my dad was thrilled. It was a labor of love indeed, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  • Ouida Lampert says:

    When I was first married, my then husband (who was from the North) said that he wanted a “Boston Creme Pie” for his birthday. I thought he was a little strange (pie? for a birthday? Being from the south, birthdays were celebrated with cake, not pie – and I didn’t know that the “pie” in question was, actually, a cake). Keep in mind that this was a long time ago – before the days of the Internet. His mother told me that it was vanilla custard and chocolate sauce, so, well, I made a pie. A vanilla custard pie, drizzled with chocolate sauce. Let’s just say that the failure of that birthday SHOULD have indicated to me that the marriage might be fatally flawed.

  • Heather says:

    My best pie memories revolve around my grandmother. Thanksgiving is a huge holiday in my family. When I was little we would go over to my grandmothers the night before to start the prep work. I remember being about the age my son is now and FINALLY being able to help her make her pies. She did everything from scratch and usually made 5 or 6 pies. That first year she helped me make my own small apple pie and then she let me eat it for breakfast the next morning while the adults finished working on the meal. Later in life she ended up with early on-set dementia and it was heart breaking to watch her try to make an apple pie that last Thanksgiving. She pretty much just quartered the apples and threw them into the pie. She passed away last year just before Thanksgiving and needless to say, no one was up for attempting to replace her as family pie maker. This year I will be prepared. My boyfriend bought me your book for my birthday over the summer and I’ve been pouring over it for months knowing I want to make my first pie for my grandmother this Thanksgiving.

  • Lynn says:

    I must admit…I have only made homemade pumpkin pies! Next I will admit, that I only make them during the holidays! My favorite pie making memory has to be when I made a pumpkin pie a few years back at Christmas and my son tried it (huge thing for him since he is a picky eater) and decided “I love it”. He wanted his own piece. Every time I make my pie he is the first to make me cut into it! Makes a mom happy when their kiddos love the food that they make. I am sure I will continue to have more pie memories as I am getting more confident of my cooking/baking skills.

  • lisa g says:

    My favorite pie memory is from about 3 years ago. it all started w/ a delicious looking apple crumble pie i’d seen on a blog and wanted to make– it turned out so great that it got my brain spinning and i thought maybe i’d make some pies to sell during the holidays. but first i needed to experiment some (considering that apple pie was the first i’d ever made!) so i decided to have a pie tasting party. it was a blast! i invited over about 30 friends (young and old) and had 3 varieties of pumpkin, 3 varieties of apple and 2 kinds of pecan (different crust methods, filling options, etc) and then gave them little voting cards so they could rate each on flavor and flakiness and texture. the best part was the names that they created for each pie– such a great time (well, a lot of work for me but i really enjoyed it!). my little pie business is still going. I take a limited number of pie orders each holiday season and I’m always tweaking. I’d love to win these pie accessories for when I take a pie to a family dinner!

  • My favorite pie moment is actually reoccurring. About 2 years ago a couple of friends invited me to a local pie shop in town, after I went through a tough break up. It’s an adorable shop that’s only open on Saturdays. Since then, I’ve gone back every Saturday for a slice of whatever the shop owner recommends. I’ve yet to be disappointed, and I love bring friends, old and new, to get a tasty piece of pie!

  • Kem says:

    My profound pie memory involves a perfect apple crumble pie I made for my son’s preschool Thanksgiving celebration. I have always struggled with getting the crust just right and this time, it all came together. When the ladies from the local Historical Society swooned over it, I felt so proud to have made people so happy!

  • Beth says:

    Undeniably my favorite pie memory is arriving at my grandmother’s house and finding an assortment of fruit pies on her kitchen table!

  • Jen says:

    My favorite pie memory is of showing up to visit my grandmother every summer, and she would always announce “I’ve made you a blueberry pie!” Fresh picked New England berries and homemade pie crust, made every August because she knew it was my favorite.

  • Kathleen says:

    The first place my husband and I lived together was in a very unique little house that consisted of an old trailer with two rooms built onto it. In the winter we would block off one of those rooms to try to retain more heat in the rest of the house and even fashioned foam “inserts” for the windows to keep it warmer. It was drafty in there! But we loved it and spent many nights cooking together in the funky little kitchen. During blackberry season, we picked a bunch of blackberries near a local creek and I made my first attempt at making pie from scratch. I have distinct memories of putting the cold butter in the food processor and trying to feel the dough coming together properly. When I took the blackberry pie out of the oven, I burned the side of my right hand on the oven door and a scar remains in that spot to this day (12 years later). So I have a permanent reminder of that first pie I made from scratch and those first few months of romance with my husband. That whole experience of making the pie from scratch in our drafty little trailer is one of my favorite pie memories and one I will always remember!

  • Lauren says:

    One of my earliest memories – one of those fuzzy around the edges memories – is picking crab apples with my mother and making a pie while we were visiting a friend in York, PA. I don’t remember what the pie tasted like, just that the crab apples were so bitter.

  • Sara says:

    I’m not sure how profound it is, but one of my favorite pie memories is also one of my earliest. When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my family was at a work picnic for my mom’s company. My older brother was off climbing in some trees with other kids and I was with my dad, who was trying to coax me into trying blueberry pie. I was quite possibly the world’s pickiest eater, but I also had a sweet tooth, so I vividly remember the internal struggle. As I was deciding, my brother fell out of the tree and snapped his arm in two places. My parents whisked us away to the hospital, but I was still holding the plate of pie. I distinctly remember sitting in the front seat (which was a marvel, as that was never allowed), with my mom in the back with my brother, when I made up my mind to finally take a bite. I immediately decided that while the taste was all right, I didn’t like the texture of the whole berries, so I spit them out and meticulously lined them up on the plate and continued to eat the rest of the piece of pie, spitting out the whole berries as I came upon them. In the end, my brother was fine and got a nice cast for the summer, and I was thrilled at the adventurous day, what with the front-seat experience and the trying of new pie.

    And for the record, I now love blueberry pie and would never spit out whole berries.

  • Sue says:

    A Day of Firsts
    Pie dough or play dough? That is the question. When I was five, my aunt was asked to kid sit my sister and me while my folks were called out of town on family business for the day. Not only was this the first time we’d spent a day alone with my aunt, but it was also the first time we were introduced to pie making. Or in our case, “doing dough”. We never did get to the filling! But, oh, we had so much fun. Under her patient tutelage, we learned how to combine ingredients and roll out pie dough properly. And then we’d roll it out again…and again…and again. Needless to say, after all that handling, what should have been pie dough really turned into a gray mass of play dough. Later on, I did hone my baking skills to master creating edible pies (filling included!). And to this day, every time I roll out pie dough, I fondly reminisce about that day of firsts. Thanks, Aunt Trudy, for the nudge into the art of pie making.

  • Baking has always been a form of escapism for me. So two years ago, when planning my backyard wedding, I decided to make 5 different pies and 2 types of cupcakes to go along with our mini wedding cake in the week prier to our wedding day. I baked one pie each night for a week. It was my way of calming my nerves after each stressful day. I made Apple Crumb Pie, Pumpkin Pie, Peach and Creme Fraiche Pie, Strawberry Rhubarb Pie and Bourbon Pecan Pie. Everyone thought I was off my rocker taking on all of that baking, but it helped me so much! I spent each night in the kitchen with different family members drinking wine and baking pies, and created some of my most cherished memories. Having all those home made goodies at our wedding really made me proud :)

  • Peggy says:

    My favorite pie has to be pecan pie. My daughter makes a wonderful pecan pie with homemade pie crust. Wonderful memories together.:)

  • Audrey says:

    My great-grandmother used to make “funny cake” which is actually a pie. I miss those!

  • Rani says:

    The smell of fresh baked apple pie every fall from my stepmother’s kitchen. Heaven

  • Dawn says:

    The first pie I learned to make as a child required a meringue to be “folded” into the other ingredients. I took that direction literally and reached my hands in the bowl and tried folding the contents like a one would a towel or shirt. I remember thinking, “What are they talking about? You can’t fold this wet stuff?” Needless to say, I think about this every time I make that pie. Thanks for the giveaway! Would LOVE to win.

  • Lily says:

    I love pie. Any chance I get to make pie; for thanksgiving, for friends, for a celebration at work, or for the hell of it-I do. But the question of a “profound” pie memory stumped me. I certainly love a pie the most when I have been able to harvest the fruit myself. Or when it involves a day spent with friends or family. I love the whole process. I get anxious every spring that I might miss my chance to stock up on special ingredients-things like tart cherries; checking farmers markets and pick-your-own farms religiously for the first signs of cherry season ( I will spend hours picking, pitting, and then freezing tart cherries so that my freezer is stocked and ready for whenever that cherry pie craving hits-even if it’s the dead of winter). And it is devestating whenever I bake a pie that I know has turned out as perfectly as I had hoped and my husband simply shrugs ” you know I don’t like pie” and refuses to even take a bite. Sometimes, it is so upsetting that I wonder how I could have married someone who is so incredibly unenthusiastic about dessert. A slice for breakfast, lunch, and then dinner usually helps ease the pain. But back to the question at hand, a “profound” pie memory. I think it all started one summer when I was a kid and I went camping (the only time I ever went camping). Although I don’t even remember who it was that I went with, how old I was, where we went, or much of anything else about that trip, I do remember one thing; that we found a magical spot filled with wild blueberries. We picked as many as we could and tried our hardest not to eat them all, so that when we returned to civilization, they could be turned into the most amazing pie ever. UNFORTUNATELY, someone (I don’t remember who) sat on them during the car ride home and they were thrown out.. I almost cried. Actually, it is possible that I did cry (I was a pretty sensitive kid). To this day, I am still upset about that lost pie. Now I think, when my daughter is older (she is 1), we will go blueberry picking, and together, 20+ years later, we will make that pie. It will be perfect.

  • Linda Plumley Morris says:

    Well, I’m 62 now, so this was long ago, when I was about 25 in 1975 or so. Ed and I had been vegetarians for about 5 years, and we tried not to eat too much sugar either. I made a beautiful cherry pie with honey and a whole wheat crust for my extended family’s Thanksgiving. No one even tried it! After that, I searched and found a dish I thought everyone would enjoy, so sugar and all, I started my tradition of making Sweet Potato Souffle, from Betty Talmadge’s Cookbook. Betty is the wife of a former governor of Georgia, so the topping has pecans, a Georgia farm favorite. This wonderful dish has been, to this day, one of my family’s favorite, and I am proud to bring it to Thanksgiving every year. Sadly, I still feel bad about that cherry pie!

  • Breann says:

    I didn’t grow up in a pie family. And I’m not really a fan of baked fruit. Then I married into the biggest pie-baking family ever. We had a small Thanksgiving last year with only 6 people–two of whom married in and don’t eat baked fruit–and there were 3 fruit pies. The crazy thing to me is that they use store-bought pie dough and pie filling! I think nostalgia may be covering a multitude of (pie) sins. This Thanksgiving, I’m planning on making a REAL pie–homemade pecan pie!

  • Laura says:

    Both my grandmothers were pie bakers. One grandmother has passed on, but she made a Hershey bar pie that is incredible. My dad requests it every year for his birthday, and we all look forward to it. I made a dark chocolate version for a bake sale one time that turned out great, too.
    Another memory I have is staying up into the wee hours of the morning (after driving across the state) to bake pies for my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I’m pretty fearless in the kitchen (even if there is company involved) so I decided to mix things up a bit and tried my first ever apple caramel crumb-topped pie (and didn’t use a recipe). It got rave reviews. :)
    Thanks for the giveaway opportunity- the items are beautiful, but more than that thank you for making me take a trip down pie memory lane. I have nothing but happy memories there. :)

  • Katie says:

    My dad requires a plain ole’ pumpkin pie every Thanksgiving. One year we had a plain pumpkin pie and a fancy pumpkin pie with ginger and crumbly topping. It was so good, we actually got my father to try something new!

  • Lisa Scott says:

    I’ve always loved baking and for the last 6 1/2 years I have been a professional baker. Up until a few years ago I had NEVER had Rhubarb anything ( I know, so very sad)! The bakery I currently work at does seasonal, yummy pies. This is where I had my first Rhubarb hand pie. The moment that buttery, flaky pastry hit my mouth, it was love!! It was sour, sweet, and had a hint of ginger. For something so simple, it sure was delicious. Needless to say that the filling was only Rhubarb. I couldn’t wait to try strawberry rhubarb pie. Forever I’ve heard countless praises for strawberry rhubarb and for some reason had no desire to try it. The thought of celery always came to mind (which to me was bland and always needed peanut butter).
    When I finally got a bite of that coveted combo I couldn’t understand why I had gone 23 years of my life without even giving it a shot!! My mouth waters now just thinking about it. To this day my freezer is always stocked with strawberries and rhubarb.

  • Pei says:

    My favorite pie memory is a very subtle but enduring one. My god-mother, who I adored, always hosted a wonderful Thanksgiving every year. One year, she broke from tradition and made a deep dish squash pie instead of pumpkin. It was beautiful and delicious and I remember quietly savoring the pie and just feeling tremendously loved as I ate it with the most important people in my world.

  • my grandmother’s longtime southern housekeeper made the best apple pie!
    she never wrote the recipe down, so it died with her 20 years ago.
    everywhere I go I try the apple pie hoping it might come close, but alas….
    my firefighter husband is the pie maker (and general chef) in our family,
    his homemade pies are pretty good,
    but none will ever compare to the one’s Evelyn made………

  • Kate says:

    Growing up I thought I disliked all apple pie- and I actually did, not able to appreciate the apple flavors through all the sugar. However I married a man who loves apple pie and so I delved into making them for him over the past decade, adding very little sugar at his request. It turned out I do tolerate apple pie if it is not too sweet.
    Then we bought a small farm up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of NC last year to start an organic apple orchard and hard cidery…apples are always on our minds now. Our neighbor brought us a feed bag full of the wild apples behind our farm- he said they were Virginia Beauties planted a long time ago. So I used half Virginia Beauties and half random wild apples from the tree in front of our house and made the best apple pie ever. Turns out I more than tolerate apple pie- I love the blend of these two varieties! Next spring we will graft from our mystery wild apple tree to make sure I can make this same delectable pie over the next decade of our marriage.

  • Karen says:

    My mom used to make us pie’s for our birthday instead of cake and we always had it for breakfast the next morning. My brother had a bit of a delay beginning to talk until one day when he was well over 2 and we were sitting down for our morning after pie, he blurted out, “pie for breakfast?” And that was his first word/sentence!

  • Erin says:

    My father’s all-time favorite dessert is pie. My mother was the pie-maker in our family, but due to failing health she no longer bakes. My dad’s solution to this problem is to hit up Marie Callender’s semi-annual pie sale with a vengeance. I’d love to learn how to make pies so he won’t have to suffer the rest of the year!

  • Lea Anna says:

    My Mother has never been a pie maker, so growing up I was always fascinated when my Great-Grandmother would make them. Every Summer and Thanksgiving we’d drive up from Southern California all the way to Oregon to visit her. My brother loved apple pie so she’d always make a couple plus some tiny ones just for us. We’d sit on her kitchen counter and help her stir and fill the pies. From that vantage point we’d quietly watch for deer that would come into her backyard to eat blackberries while waiting for the pies to bake. Whenever I go to that old house I remember these things and crave apple pie. Now I’m the one who makes apple pie in our family in her memory. They never seem to be as delicious, but I’ll always keep trying.

  • Jo Vogeli says:

    Aside from my love of actual pie, I love the word. First, I was born the day after pi, but more so I love it because I can get my picky eater son to eat anything as long as I attach the word “pie” to it. Steamed broccoli, forget it. Sprinkle w/ breadcrumbs and call it broccoli pie — best meal ever in his mind. You name it, we’ve made a “pie” out of it.

    But really my best memory was from many years ago. I am not one to follow directions, nor do I listen or ask enough questions sometimes. I randomly heard someone say that cooking an apple pie in a paper bag makes it the most delicious apple pie known to man (or woman, I guess). I wouldn’t know, as my attempt at cooking my apple pie in a paper bag resulted in an apartment fire. I’m guessing I missed a crucial point about something. Fortunately, the only damage was to the oven, and my poor little pie.

  • Amanda says:

    My favorite pie memory is making apple pies in first grade with my class.

  • Rebecca says:

    One Thanksgiving I decided that I would make all the pie crusts from scratch, I’ve made a few crusts before but never five at one time. I made the dough and thought it came out ok, but when it came time to roll out the dough it wouldn’t stay together it was a holy mess. I ended up in tears and had to throw it all away. I threw away two pounds of butter! My husband now does the crust for all the pies, it saves tears and butter!

  • Karen D says:

    OH me, oh my. I live and die by pie! 2 best pie makers in my life: my sweet mother and my sister-in-law. I’ll make and clean the cooked turkey after dinner, if you’ll please just bring one of your pies!

  • Meg says:

    My earliest pie memory was from elementary school – gleaming at them behind the glass from my spinning stool at the cafe-style restaurant that we’d eat our kids’ meals at every once an a while with my family. I remember sounding out each letter to read the words, pecan, strawberry, blueberry listed on construction paper taped to the side of the glass. We never had pie. I do credit my mother for her homemade muffins though.

    Now as a grow-up, I am experimenting, and celebrating pies ranging from chocolate pecan to creative quiches – my kids know pie and nana’s muffins. – - thanks for the chance – and for your inspiration!

  • Alexandra says:

    My favorite pie of all time is a seasonal pie my best friend’s mother made every summer – wild black raspberry–she had the perfect amount of berries, juicy, yet not too runny. We would sit in their tiny, cozy kitchen with cups of coffee and wedge after wedge of pie. A great high school memory!

  • Sarah says:

    My dad and I both loved my grandma’s banana cream pie–we would request it instead of cake for our birthdays. On one of my dad’s birthdays, I remember my grandma arriving for dinner with a pie in one hand and a banana in the other. She forgot to add the banana, so she brought one on the side. :-) Now that she’s gone, I’ve taken over the tradition of “birthday pie” for my dad, and though I do a decent job, I still think Grandma’s were the best.

  • Lois says:

    When I stop to think of making a pie, other than thinking about the yummy ingredients, or the process I think of the happiness it gives me to share with friends and family. For those of use who make pies, and there aren’t as many as you think. (Or else maybe it’s just in my circle of friends!) it is truly a labor of love or else why not just pick one up at the bakery or grocery store! That one special ingredient that instantly identifies home made pies from the store bought pies is YOU!

    Keep baking!
    PS There is nothing like sitting down and sharing a cup of coffee or tea and a slice of PIE with a friend. It’s the women’s version of a golf course!

  • Jill Hertrick says:

    Many years ago when I was around six. I was given an easy-bake pie and cake pan set for Christmas from good old St. Nick and I was pleased to bits. My father was my first lucky person to get a little home baked pie. Now 45 odd years later my father still gets that special tinkle in his eyes when I surprise him with a freshly home made pie…no matter the type. What a special blessing for us both!!

  • Roisin says:

    Best pie memory: Baking around 200 pies of all kinds to raise money to buy books for a library in a township near Cape Town, SA.

  • Carissa says:

    Thinking of pie usually make me think of my grandfather. He was a baking entrepreneur in Pennsylvania. He started baking shoo fly pies (a molasses bottom pie with crumbs on top) to sell at markets. While people loved his pies, one idea of his that didn’t work out very well was a pie vending machine! People would stick their hands into the machine and scoop out the filling! Eventually he developed a shoo fly pie mix that is still sold in stores under his name – Good’s Shoo Fly Pie. Although I have to admit that the pies are much better from scratch than from the mix. :) The mix was bought by a syrup company that now includes syrup (not straight up molasses) in the box.
    One other interesting story is that the mixer he used to mix up his pies was also bought by this company. A woman started using the mixer to make soft pretzels, and that was the beginning of Auntie Anne’s pretzels!
    Anyway, shoo fly pie is one of my favorites, and it always reminds me of my Grandpa Good and the legacy of his work.

  • Alyssa says:

    In high school I was the skinny girl who could eat more than the boys. My favorite thing to eat was pie. I was known for my love of pie and would often bring a whole one to class and pass it around. When it was time to create an event for our annual Thanksgiving celebration it had to be a pie eating contest, and of course I was first in line to participate. Even with pie all over my face and inside my nose I have to say that was such a fun memory.

    When I eat pie it brings me back to carefree days.

  • Cyndi says:

    My best pie memory was when I was about 15 and really wanted to make a dessert. I was home alone with just the ingredients my mom happened to have in the fridge & the pantry. So I started to comb through her cookbooks looking for a recipe I could pull off with what I had available to me. I happened upon a cookbook from my grandmother’s church. In it was a recipe that my grandmother had submitted herself. It was an apple pie, but the filling used jello with pudding mix added to it. It came out so good and unlike any other pie I’ve ever had. And it was really neat to have made dessert start to finish, by myself and have it be a recipe that my grandmother had invented. Now….to have my mom find that recipe for me again!

  • Shar says:

    I remember baking my fist pie in home-ec. class in high school. It was pumpkin & as I put it in the oven, I spilled it and it ran all over the inside of the hot oven. It was a hideous mess to clean up & smell awful as it burnt on the heating element. Surprisingly, I still love the smell of baking pumpkin pie.

  • cassie says:

    i grew up thinking pie crust was too hard to make. my mom has a bachelor’s degree in home-ec and she always swore that her crust turned out soggy; therefore i grew up eating a lot of crisps instead of pies. crisp is wonderful, but not the same as pie. fast forward to five years ago… i was a newlywed with my very first csa box and it was full of apples. they weren’t getting eaten, so i decided to bake an apple pie. i bought a frozen crust because i still believed the crust-is-hard myth. the pie was really good and the crust wasn’t soggy at all. i decided to make another one, this time making my own crust too. it was so easy and so much tastier! this year i took my pie making one step further by substituting my own rendered lard for the shortening in the crust. so flaky and amazing. i recently made quiches (recipe from your book!) for my baby shower (36 weeks yesterday!) and i received lots of questions about how i made the crust so flaky and the inside so moist and tender. despite all of my pie baking achievements, i still am unable to convince my mom to try making her own crust. or maybe it’s just easier for her to let me be the pie maker in the family…

  • Jen says:

    Since about my 10th birthday, I have always had a birthday pie, cherry, to be exact. My family was perplexed when I suddenly decided to celebrate with something less traditional than cake because when I was small, I always wanted “pie without the pie”–whipped cream, ice cream, anything that goes on top that isn’t pie…. Now I look forward to those cherry pies like nobody’s business!

  • Stephanie says:

    I will forever equate peach pie with my mother. She loved it, but we didn’t have many pies growing up and honestly, as a kid, I didn’t really love them. But when my mom *did* make a pie, it was always with a homemade crust and with fruit that someone had home-grown and given. One summer she fashioned a peach pie that was particularly tall and beautiful. It came from the oven and we tried it warm…to my disappointment. Which now sounds crazy (as an adult), but all those warm, sweet peach juices just weren’t that appealing to me at the time. My mom suggested I try it cold the next day. BINGO! That was a winner, and to this day, peach pie *has* to be cold. Since then, my palate has grown to enjoy many different pies (my family is LOVING your Pie book btw), and they don’t have to be cold!

  • Gail Lloyd says:

    My youngest son is a very picky eater, with potatoes being the only vegetable he would eat. Always trying to find something he would eat besides pizza, I finally found he loved pumpkin pie. I was so happy, as I knew pumpkin itself is at least good for you. So, i would bake him pie on a regular basis. I always made him 2, yes 2! And one for the rest of the family (there were 6 of us). Like any mom, it always gave me pleasure to make things my family loved. One day, I made 3 pies, my son anxiously waiting for them to cool. I noticed right away something didn’t look right. I just couldn’t imagine what was wrong. At first bite, I realized, I forgot the sugar. They were not even edible. Three beautiful pumpkin pies, in the garbage. I am very careful now.

  • heather em says:

    i would have to say, the strongest and loveliest of my pie memories is simply the first time my mom taught me to make one. It was apple pie, and every time i peel a granny smith and squeeze lemon juice over the cut slices in the bowl, together with the aroma of cinnamon… i go right back to that time and place. thank you!

  • Rae says:

    Pie! Well truth be told I’ve never been one for making or eating pie, that being said my husband is! So one summer during the best of the corn and tomato season at the farmers markets I made a pie! A most delicious and most savory pie. Fulfilling my husbands most intense desire!! I used Martha Stewarts pie crust recipe which I was happy turned out light and fluffy, all the butter didn’t hurt! The filling? Fresh corn, Tomatoe and lots of cheddar cheese mixed with Straus family heavy whipping cream. Theirs is the best. Much to my delight it was fantastic!! My husband loved it and 2 years later still requests it.

  • Cricket says:

    My mother and I always bought our favorite pie, strawberry rhubarb, whenever the farm stand had some. She died almost 18 years ago, but I honor our tradition and indulge every summer. Each bite brings back vivid memories of sitting with her, eating forkfuls straight from the pan and laughing.

  • melissa lee says:

    My best pie memory does not include a homemade pie, unfortunately. A big group of friends and I rented a 15 passenger van and drove to San fransisco (from Seattle). We all piled in late one night and headed north to sanfran. Just kidding! Once we turned around and got onto I5 south our adventure began.
    We had so many great moments on this trip like when we tried to drive our van through a giant redwood but it wouldn’t fit so we borrowed a strangers car instead. Or when we ordered a fried egg on some nachos at sherri’s and they DID it for us!
    Or how my husband and I (we were dating at the time) spooned on a bench seat the hole way down to California lol

    I digress……. back to the pie. We were all enjoying a slice of peach pie at a rest stop (because that’s what you do on road trips). It was just a typical store bought peach pie….. o wait it was apple! We had all been going on and on about how good the peach pie was we didn’t even realize it was apple. We had a good laugh and continued on our adventure.
    and everytime I eat a peach pie my husband and I have a good laugh :)

  • Nisha says:

    I learned how to make pie from my mother-in-law, soon after I started dating my now-husband. She shared her ‘secret’ recipe for pie dough and I was hooked. I love making pie but I always have to have my husband roll out the dough. My hands are so warm that I start melting the butter in the dough (I used to turn shrimp pink when peeling them as a kid). I prep the dough and make the filling and my husband rolls it out and pinches the edges. Making pie together is one of my favorite things to share with my husband.

  • Cece says:

    I went to college 2,500 miles away from my immediate family, and so started spending Thanksgiving with a cousin and her family who happened to be nearest my college. I am vegan, my cousin’s husband has Celiac, and her whole family is vegetarian. Of course, everyone had to be able to eat everything on the table, and the dish that took the most experimenting was the Kentucky Bourbon Pie. After 8 years, my cousin and I finally perfected it and it is the best gluten-free and vegan pie you’ll ever eat! We are now going on 11 years of our Thanksgiving tradition and our biggest triumph will always be that pie :)

  • Rebecca says:

    Watching my mom deftly make several pumpkin pies at a time for our Thanksgiving gatherings of over 60 relatives. It was like watching a one-man assembly line!

  • Cynthia Holt says:

    Every time I make pie and serve whipped cream alongside, my son asks me to shove his face into his piece. He comes up with his face covered in pie and whipped cream and everyone at the table laughs.
    I love that kid.

  • Tisha says:

    My favorite memory isn’t a one-time occurrence: when I was growing up, every year my family was in charge of the pies for Thanksgiving dinner. We all had a part – my dad made the apple pie (and gave us the peels to eat), my mom made the lemon meringue, and my sister and I took turns stirring the pudding for the THREE chocolate pies that were required by our extended family. It’s a very happy memory for me – a warm kitchen, all four of us together.

  • Diana says:

    A couple of years back, I took my fears of pies in hand and challenged myself to make TWO pies for Thanksgiving. My partner made the pie dough and I made the filling for a wonderfully nutty pumpkin pie and a back-up pecan pie – both came out perfectly! OK, the pumpkin pie was a wee bit overcooked but I was so proud of myself for conquering my fear of pies! I’ve since learned how to make the pie dough, too, and it’s not that hard! :-)

  • jenna! says:

    My favorite pie memory is giving my daughter her first piece of my homemade pumpkin pie. It had a whole wheat crust and seeing her eat it made me feel so.warm and motherly. Sometimes, the only part of the pie she will eat is the edge crust, which is my favorite part of pie. I oftentimes save that part for last.

  • Gretchen says:

    My mother’s lemon meringue pie in her walnut crust–amazing. I have the recipe in a little handwritten book she kept of some of her recipes.

  • Cindy says:

    My favorite pie is my mother’s Peach Kuchen – kinda a pie you mix the crust in a cake pan – spread it out and press it with your fingers. It has a touch of almond flavoring in the crust which I find irresistible! We would eat it warm with a little half and half drizzled on top. Yum!

  • HeidiRenee says:

    Here from Design Sponge – and seeing the Pie Box there made me gasp out loud – it’s stunning, and made in Chicago, so close to home for this transplant to New Brunswick.

    My favorite pie memory was having a family in for Thanksgiving, and I needed to make a standard Pumpkin Pie and a Sugar Free Pumpkin Pie for our guests. I thought that if I made the sugar free pie first I wouldn’t have to wash everything in between so I worked forward for that pie, and backwards for the other.

    We all sat down to an amazing Thanksgiving turkey dinner and when it came to the pie their daughter was so excited – she wanted the standard pumpkin pie and we all sat down and dug in… I saw her parents enjoying their pie, but she took one bite and smiled painfully and pushed it away a bit. I asked her what was wrong… she said it was “too hot” – now the pies had cooled for hours, so I couldn’t imagine what had gone wrong… then my husband took his first bite of pie and said “UGH, you forgot to put the sugar in!”

    Needless to say we all at sugar free pie that evening…

  • Rebecca Hill says:

    When I was a junior in college I somehow got it in my head to make a pecan pie. I had a recipe that my grandmother had given me the previous Thanksgiving (I believe it only differed from the Betty Crocker recipe in that it was the crust for the small pie, and the amount of filling for the large pie, so extra pecans and goodness). The recipe called for what amounted to half a bottle of dark corn syrup. The pie turned out great, despite being baked in the rather half-hearted dorm oven, and my friends and I enjoyed it at our Christmas party. I was, however, left with the remaining half bottle of dark corn syrup for much too long…

  • Melanie J. says:

    Had to think on this one…my Hubs LOVES my/Paula Deen’s Apple Butter Pumpkin Pie, but I don’t have one yet that totally blows my skirt up (of course, I say that without having made your salted caramel apple yet ;) )…but I do remember impressing my dad with a from-scratch chocolate pudding pie one Thanksgiving, and now that he’s gone to Summerland, that memory’s particularly warm. Thanks for the opportunity!

  • Therese says:

    Can I do a crumble instead? The thing is that I am a bit intimidated by pie, which is one reason your book is on my wish list. The crust never becomes particularly tasty… Anyway, a crumble memory: I used to live in an old house that had been bought and divided by a group of young idealists. Once a week one of us would make dinner for the whole bunch. It was always a lovely time. Come my turn I once decided to make a crumble. I did however completely underestimate the size of my pan versus dough, as well as cooking time. Ahem, and I might have used too much baking soda?? As it was cooking the dough rose out of the tin and come time to eat it, it was still raw. It looked somewhat tasty though, with loads of fall fruits so we opted for serving some and putting the crumble back in the oven. We enjoyed a portion of raw crumble with ice cream. My friends were all raving about this wonderful desert, we are Norwegians so a crumble was new to them, though being a perfectionist I was secretly pulling my hear out, embarrassed by what I perceived as a disaster. Returning to the oven I discovered that the dough had continued to rise and it now looked like we had a second complete cake, still not fully cooked, so everybody went for seconds and I returned the crumble to the oven a third time just for the same thing to happen again. The dough rose and in the end I could pull out one complete crumble from the oven and serve thirds. This became a requested desert for evenings to come, though for future events I managed to plan the pan size vs. dough a bit better. Live and learn ;-)

  • Megan says:

    so my profound pie moment came this past weekend, when my dad hosted dinner. having no time to make a pie (although he is an EXCELLENT pie maker)- he ran to the nearest grocery store and picked up a pumpkin pie from the deli. He was super careful in carrying it home, trying not to mess it up in transport. After he got home he placed in it the fridge. When we came to dinner, he opened the fridge and the whole pie crashed to the floor. He thought, so much for trying to hard not to mess it up! BUT, when he picked it up off the floor, it was perfectly fine!
    I suppose deli pies are made to be resistant….
    I would love to give my dad a pie carrier for his real-non-resistant homemade pies!!

  • Hollie says:

    What a beautiful set. I would love to own the pie box, it would be wonderful to have an easier way to transport pies. My greatest pie memory comes from many years ago. I had just moved into my own tiny apartment and invited my family over for dinner. The meal came out great and we were having a great night. Until dessert. I had decided to make a lemon meringue pie from my Grams recipe. I had done all the steps and gotten the meringue just right, and then I pulled it out of the oven. One of the belt loops on my pants got caught on something, and I stumbled. Needless to say I ended up covered in pie from the waist down. The best part was my Grams dipped her finger in the remains of what was left and gave me her stamp of approval. It still makes me laugh when I think about it almost 16 years later.

  • Sarah says:

    What a beautiful set. My grandmother makes incredible pies, and my dad and I are trying to learn from her 70 some years of experience.

  • Heidi says:

    Our first baby is due today with no sign of showing any time soon. I have decided to make sure we have a pie in the house until the little one shows up. We are one pumpkin pie (using pumpkins we grew!) and one chocolate pie in. Somehow waiting for a late baby seems more appealing with pie!

  • Joi says:

    I remember when I made my first pie. I was in college and learning alot of things about cooking in general. I decided to try my hand at sweet potato pie. I didn’t seem like the mixed up ingredients would turn out right, but when I took it out of the oven, I was beyond pleased. Everyone enjoyed it and I was motivated to keep on cooking and baking.

  • Carrie Johnson says:

    Strangely enough my pie story is about a beautiful apple pie, an intelligent sparky 4 yr old, and her mother (thats me ;).
    I was going through a phase of researching diet fads, trying to gleam pointers (all the while baking pie…) & ended up on the phone with my mother discussing this diet theory I read about that claimed ” if you wouldnt sit on it, you shouldnt eat it”. See where this is going??? Not taking into account that my daughter was listening I left a perfectly innocent pie defenseless on the kitchen table. A bit later my daughter announces “we cant eat the pie”, I don’t have to ask why …the pie bits are clinging to the backside of her pants and trailing behind her. She tested the theory! We have since decided it wasnt a good theory anyway because we couldnt think of one pie that would survive the test. We <3 pie.

  • Juliette says:

    My most memorable pie experience was making my first pie living abroad. I was asked to bring a dessert to a German dinner party and thought I’d make a banana cream pie as an American’s offering. I had to make the entire thing from scratch and was insanely proud of myself for pulling it off so well. It smelled good. It was pretty. The miniature version I made with leftovers tasted delicious. My German husband was drooling and repeatedly stating that everybody would love it.

    Pride goeth before the fall.

    The dinner party was fabulous. I was outside on the patio when somebody announced that the desserts were now on the buffet. I was still outside when I overheard somebody mutter that “the strange banana pudding with the funny bottom layer was too sweet”. I went inside to see how things were going and saw my pie, middle completely scooped out, with a filling-coated serving spoon resting against my still-intact crust. It was criminal. I wanted to draw a chalk outline around the dish, but really, I wanted to cry. My husband came over, followed my gaze, and began to laugh. I ended up joining him and we still laugh about it. I guess not all Germans recognize a pie when they see one. ;-)

    *btw- I have a US shipping address. =)

  • Jennie Pagano says:

    I’ve loved baking since I was a teen, it was something that just happened as no one else in my immediate family did any baking ever. I made cakes and cookies for every family get together and they were always a hit but after a few years I started getting requests and as time passed they started asking for things I had never made. One year for Christmas my uncle asked me to make a cheesecake and my grandmother asked me for pie. I was busy with my senior year in high school and didn’t really want to make both so I came up with the brilliant idea of making a cheesecake pie. I tried playing around with the cheesecake recipe to make it more like a pie and it was a total disaster. The pie never set and I over baked the crust… My family was so sweet to try and eat it but man it was horrible. Thankfully that bad experience did not turn me off from baking and I still love it to this day.

  • Mal says:

    My mother hates to make pie because she can’t ever get the piecrust to taste the way she wants it to. As soon as my husband found that out he started asking her to make him apple pies, typical son-in-law pestering that he can get away with. To her credit she has made him several pies over the years, even after declaring each one the last pie she’ll ever make and including her most recent endeavor…a delicious cast iron skillet apple pie with a carmelized bottom crust.

  • Selina says:

    This is so fun to read through everyone’s stories. I never thought I liked apple pies much until a roommate made a fresh apple pie and it was fresh and appley, with a crumbly crust. Nothing like the syrupy pies from the stores. I’ve been a huge fan of homemade pies since! And don’t forget the savory pot pies too! Mmmmmmm

  • Amanda Huddleston says:

    My Grandaddy was the baker in the family. (He made the best angel biscuits ever to melt in your mouth.) He loved to make vinegar pie for some reason, and every time I saw it I would pray that it was lemon…Alas, it never was! Thanks for the giveaway.

  • Beth A. says:

    My mom is an expert pie maker. Nothing fancy, but she makes the whole made-from-scratch thing look effortless. A few motions with flour and butter and water…and there’s a crust.
    That sort of thing.
    But it’s my dad that is the true pie lover, and the holder of my pie-related memories.. His favorites are black raspberry (a rarity), rhubarb,, and coconut cream. But I’ve never seen the man turn down any slice of pie, and mom spoils him with her creations.
    I know I’ll forever treasure this silly, minute image of Dad: see, his favorite slice of pie is the last one. First, it’s cold and it’s sat long enough that, he claims, the flavors have blended (me, I want a slice of pie rightthisminute piping hot from the oven), second he gets to eat it out of the pan. So I see Pop, hunched over the sink, enjoying those last bites covertly, reverently.
    I like pie, but my parents show me the true enjoyment of it.

  • Karen says:

    My parents owned a restaurant until I was in my 20′s. For all those years my mother baked all the desserts they sold–mostly pie. For me pie evokes so many wonderful memories of time spent with my mother baking dozens at a time. We still bake together whenever we can and I bake with my young children so they will grow up knowing how to bake pie.

  • Aneesa says:

    I lived in Egypt for 3 years and my second year there both myself and my closest companion there who is also American had a hankering for some good ole’ American Thanksgiving food. Being in a foreign country where access to many of the most basic ingredients we are accustomed to here in the states is hard to come by, we found ourselves in the precarious situation of having to improvise. Or just flat out compromise! For instance, we could have a turkey….if we wanted to pay an arm and a leg for the imported, outlandishly large one being sold at one of the international food markets. Living on a student budget, we opted for roasting a chicken instead. Collard greens…not native to Egypt. So we settled for green beans and chopped up some smoked turkey breast sandwich meat to add that authentic smoked turkey flavor. Ahhhh, and then there was the sweet potato pie (I know, you were wondering when the pie piece was going to come into the mix). We both agreed that no Thanksgiving meal would be complete without some down-home, Southern-style sweet potato pie. Luckily for us, sweet potatoes are readily available in Egypt. They even have street vendors who roast them and sell them dripping in their naturally, caramelized sugar splendor. Neither one of us had ever made a pie crust from scratch, but were forced to do so due to circumstance (none of that frozen, ready-made pie crust on this side of the world). We went online and searched for a simple pie crust recipe and then began to create what would turn into the flakiest, most buttery pie crust we had ever tasted, cutting the butter into the flour with the “original” baker’s tools…our two (or in our case four) hands! We roasted the sweet potatoes in the oven and, upon cooling, mashed and mixed them into their creamy glory. In hindsight, it occurred to us that out of all of the dishes we made, the pie was the one thing that we did not have to improvise with when it came to ingredients. We invited some of our friends over, all of whom were from varying parts of the world and had never tasted a true, American Thanksgiving meal. So we let their palates be the measure of our success. They loved every dish laid out before them, but unanimously exclaimed that the sweet potato pie was undoubtedly the star of the night!

  • Ryan Ball says:

    I think my best pie memory has to do with the first pie I ever made for my father-in-law. He by his own admission is a fairly hard to please cranky old timer. He and I had been cordial over the year that I had dated his daughter and I was coming for Thanksgiving which was probably only the 5th or 6th time I had ever been to his house. He was sitting in his chair in the den and yelled from around the corner “Hey! What is that smell?” Little did I know that he loved apple pies and had since he was a kid. His Mom had passed years ago and I found out later that she used to make homemade pies for him and that was one of his best memories growing up in small town High Point. Anyway, he actually got out of his chair to come investigate and when he turned the corner and saw the hot apple pie that I had just heated up in the oven, he said “Well hot damn… You might be worth keeping around after all”. He still calls me and asks me to make him apple pie a couple times a year and he takes pictures of the pies and send them to his friend to rub it in.

  • Karen says:

    I remember being a child and my mom would take the extra dough and roll it up and bake it along with the pie. All my brothers, sisters, and I would fight for it when it came out of the oven. It was so yummy to eat it when it was still warm.

  • Michele Graves says:

    My fav memory is my “Mema” and her wonderful Pecan Pie’s, made with love in Texas! :)

  • emily says:

    my dad taught me to make apple pie. he didn’t use a recipe, just showed me from memory, and it was delicious.

    i tried to re-create this pie with my best friend at college…only the measurements were fuzzy in my memory. i knew how many apples (roughly), i knew the amount of cinnamon, and thought i knew how much of the sugars. it smelled delicious as it was bubbling over in the oven, and when we pulled it out and waited for it to cool, we noticed how soupy the filling was. the dinosaur air-vent we had cut in the top was practically swimming in cinnamoned apple juice.

    then, i realized that my dad had told me to add a 1/4 cup of each brown sugar and white, totaling 1/2 cup of sugar, not 1/2 cup each! also, that you were to add flour, a tablespoon or two, to the filling as a thickener.

    oops.

    but, it was, watery and sugary, still delicious and comforting on a gray fall evening.

  • KJ says:

    I spent the day of Thanksgiving from the time I was three to when I was nine at the kitchen table carefully shelling pecans with my grandmother. We rarely saw one another. It was always a rather quiet time, interspersed with laughter and conversation. It taught me patience and perseverance, when faced with a particularly hard nut to crack. At the end we had the best pecan pies I have ever eaten. This year I will finally be using her recipe once more.

  • jonquil says:

    My first pie memories involve my paternal grandmother. My Mom doesn’t bake, so it was Grandma Thelma who got me started. She used shortening, never butter, in the crust. A shortening which is no longer manufactured, so far as I can tell. She always added a tablespoon of vinegar to the crust. I remember most the special pie crust cutter she used. Silver metal with a smooth point, it rolled instead of cut the crust, & had a little flower cutout on the sides, which she used to cut vents in the crust. Still looking for that tool for my kitchen……

  • Tammy says:

    I would sooo learn to make pie if I had this!

  • Annie says:

    My mother always told me she craved cherry pie while she was pregnant with me. And, for as long as I can remember, it’s always been my favorite pie. I always wanted it for my birthday, rather than cake. It’s funny, now that I’m pregnant, I’ve been craving apple pie! Hopefully the pie-loving tradition will continue.

  • Alison says:

    Ever since I was old enough to weild a knife, I was in charge of baking an apple pie for Thanksgiving. It was my job on Thanksgiving day, and I still bake pies on Thanksgiving, even though I am married and it’s just the two of us. I don’t always stick to apple, though.

  • Elizabeth says:

    Every pie memory for me involves pecans. My father’s favorite pie is pecan so this is the only pie ever made in my house as we were growing up. The pecans that went into the pies came from the pecan trees we had on our property. During the year, the pecan trees were our forts, our shelters, our jungle gyms, our tall mast of a ship we dared to climb but during pecan season they were our source of gathering of the goodies.

    My mom had a basket at the back door where we were to deposit as many pecans as our hands could hold each and every time we entered the house. No excuses, not even the squeals of “Mom, I have to get to the bathroom quick, I am about the pee in my pants.”

    Due to the size of our hands, some of us were able to offer the abundance of 2 pecans while others were able to offer a whopping 8 pecans at a time. Even dad was required to make deposits in the pecan basket.

    Once all the pecans were gathered it was pecan cracking time. Being a wise and cautious mom, we only had one pecan cracker and it was mom’s job to negotiate the cracking. She would set the nut cracker up, have us all come around her and one by one get a turn putting a pecan in the barrell to be cracked. My mom would make sure all precious fingers were out of range of the pecan cracker and the appointed child would get to push the handle down bursting the pecan shell. This was repeated over and over ,as time allowed, for the next week or so until our bounty was all ready.

    I do not have much memory of the baking of the pecan pies except for seeing the glistening bottle of clear Karo syrup that only came out during pecan pie time.

    But boy do I remember the warm, crunchy smooth taste of pecan pie mom would serve us and my dad smiling, patienting sitting at the end of the table fork in hand waiting to eat mom’s pecan pie.

    Thanks for helping me take the time to remember that today Ashley.

  • Rosanne says:

    Though I have many pie memories, including how my mom always made me a coconut cream pie for my returns home from college, and the first peach pie I made for my husband as a young wife wanting to impress him, my favorite memory of pies is the summer my 14-yr-old daughter and my 11-yr-old son discovered wild blackberries on the side of the country lane near the subdivision where we lived. They wanted to surprise me for my birthday, so while I was out running errands that day they went out and picked a bucket of blackberries and took them home and made a blackberry pie, from scratch, and were standing proudly by it when I got home. I was so proud of them for being so resourceful, and it really was a yummy pie!

  • mark g says:

    The only apple pie I have ever liked is my grandmother’s. She passed away in 1989, & I’ve not had appple pie since then.

  • Cat says:

    My best pie memory is making my first strawberry rhubarb pie two summers ago. It sent me down memory lane faster than a speeding bullet. To Connecticut, where our elderly neighbor always shared her rhubarb with us, which always became pie. So tart, so sweet.

  • anna says:

    My favorite pie memory is when I made my first pumpkin pie using a REAL pumpkin that I roasted. It was like a whole new cooking world opened up where things where I could make things from scratch! That was 6 years ago and now I’m about to start a new career as a cheesemaker, but I still love baking pies. I think I’ve perfected my pie crust.

  • Pamela says:

    I have always been an insecure cook. In spite of my insecurities, though, I have always had fun experimenting in the kitchen. I figure if it turns out awful – it is just for me – I’ll just eat it or toss it. No big loss. Then I got married – and my insecurities increased at the same rate of the cookbooks I started collecting! However I stumbled on the book “Pie” by Ken Haedrich that gave me the confidence to make a pie from scratch.

    My favorite pie memory is when I made Ken’s Pennsylvania Dutch Sour Cream-Apple Pie for a fun celebration at my church. The organizers decided to have an apple dessert competition as part of the celebration and I entered my pie (which I had never made before, by the way). I won first place. I couldn’t believe it!

  • Shalet says:

    For me pies and Thanksgiving always go hand-in-hand. My grandma used to bake at least three pies — mincemeat, pumpkin and chocolate (chocolate being my favorite with pumpkin a close second). Mincemeat? Blech!

    My grandmother is now gone and my children will not remember her pies. Me thinks I need to bake one in her honor; homemade crust and all.

  • Sharon anderson says:

    Making mud pies with grandma.

  • robin says:

    I love to bake pies, mainly because my 91 year old grandmother taught me how when I was very young. My strongest pie baking memory is with her, in her kitchen, peeling and slicing peaches for her infamous deep dish peach pie. She didn’t bake it in a typical 9 inch round pie dish, oh no, she used a deep rectangular casserole dish. Her crusts were legendary and every holiday my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins would race to be one of the fortunate 4 who managed to call for the corner slices first!

  • I about had a heart attack the day I tried 101 Cookbooks pie crust recipe, and for the first time ever (after MANY total failures), my barbecue-baked berry pie turned out delicious. The success was so sweet!

  • Heather Barrera says:

    When I was a child we only pie twice a year – Thanksgiving and Christmas, and it was always pumpkin and I loved it so much. I looked forward to it all year, served warm with a dollop of um, Cool Whip (it was the 80′s……) and an ice cold Coca Cola (I’m from GA) it was my favorite holiday treat!