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Channeling sweet memories...
Since January 23rd of each year is the unofficial holiday to celebrate the enjoyment of eating pie, I’m forking over a story pivoting in real time with regard to the profoundness of pie.
From my perspective, blueberry pie. More specifically, the blueberry pies made by Grand Traverse Pie Company where the original shop was established at Traverse City, Michigan in 1996. To my delight, one had been delivered to my door this week. It’s the second pie I’ve had the pleasure of receiving in quite some time. It won’t be my last either, as I intend to treat myself from time to time.
Why?
Only their blueberry pies have the profound ability to channel those sweet memories of my childhood associated with the blueberry pies my mother made from scratch. Just as the blueberries in a Grand Traverse pie are grown and produced in Michigan, the fruits of my mother’s labor were handpicked by her, my sister and me from the wild blueberry bushes in the woods across from our country bumpkin road.
Their pies have the same just-right amount of sweetness. Their fill duplicates the lush, juiciness of the berries she baked within. Their flaky crust comes closest to hers.
An excerpt from the mission statement at the Grand Traverse Pie Company website, which I’ve cut to the chase, sums up the profoundness of pie:
Our passion is to recreate those memorable “pie moments” from long ago…Like our grandmothers, they have the “eye for pie”.
Indeed!
Of course, profoundness comes with a price, especially when you tack on the shipping fee. Yet, how often in one’s lifetime has there been hell to pay for one thing or another? As far as I’m concerned, my intention to place a future order for a piece of heaven on earth, is no pie in the sky.
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Grew up in the country where we would pick the fruit for our pies. Yum! My favorite desert. While apple isn't my favorite flavor, it is the most sentimental. My mom is still alive but no longer bakes pies. An ex sister in law recreates her recipe and I don't know if I enjoy the flavor or the memories more!
Sandie
But after I left home the second time at 20 I rarely ate pie except that big dinners and occasionally at lunch on the company buffet line. But I never made a pie or what one to eat, rarely eating any dessert at all. Mom had them for every meal.
But recently, after Christmas, my partner has been receiving pies from her customers. First, we got a pumpkin pie. I had her cut the eight pieces in half so I had 16 little treats because those pieces were too big. And then she brought home an apple pie. That was nice, reminding me of America.
She said she would buy a pie for me and asked me what I would like. My first choice was blackberry, followed closely by raspberry or cherry. Always loved fresh berry pies over Mom's lemon, banana cream, or apple pies, all deliciously baked, still hot out of the oven
Lo and behold, she came with a blueberry pie; said there were no other berry pies. That was a week ago. I have just learned that they grow a southern kind of blueberry in East Texas.
It's really nice when coincidences come together, isn't it. Looking forward to my next piece of blueberry pie with my evening meal.
Ron
I like mine with a frosty glass of milk.
Mark