If you have been following along with me for the past few years, you will know that pie is my numero uno! It is my bread and butter, my steak and potatoes, my peanut butter and jam… Although it wasn’t always! When we first married, I refused to learn because Scott knew how. In high school he worked the night shift in a bakery, cranking our 60-100 pies on his own, so when he would randomly get up and bake a pie I thought I had won the lottery. Why would I even attempt to learn when I can rely on him to make it for me?
Eventually I caved. I wanted to know how, but I didn’t want the “responsibility” and “expectation” of pie making to be passed on to me. Of course, as soon as I learned, the torch was passed and I never again ate a Scott-made-pie.
I kind of took that torch and flew. I started on standard apple and blueberry pies. Eventually I taught myself how to braid a crust, weave a lattice, and tried some not-so-traditional flavours. Some were winners, and some we never talk about! I started getting more recognized on Instagram for my pies and from there made the decision that it was time someone else eat them because we just didn’t need to eat 10 pies a week!
Eventually after I was confident with my pie making abilities, I set myself up at some Christmas and summer Farmers Market, and let me tell you – if I thought the art of making pie was relaxing, stress-relieving and calming, the art of selling pie is fast-paced, full of excitement and brings a unique sense of achievement! I think adults at my pie table are like kids in a candy store. You watch as they slowly mozie past the rows of vendors. When they spot pie their eyes light up and their smiles beam. This is what I love about selling pie. You aren’t just selling a baked good, you are selling joy. Pure wholesome joy!
This past summer before Penny was born some very dear friends of mine offered up their entire cafe on a Sunday. This, by far, was my favourite and wildly successful event! For the first time, I was opening a Pop Up Pie Shop where the only draw to coming was me. I had been very successful at markets, but the other vendors were also huge draws to the event. This Pop Up was just me and my pies. I was fearful that no one would show up and I would be left with a gazillion pies to drown my sorrows. As much as Jules and Andrew reassured me, I had some self-doubt… BUT I would never know if I didn’t try, right? I convinced my mom and my aunt to come help my heavily pregnant self serve up my seven flavour menu, and thank God I did! What was supposed to be a 5 hour event lasted a grand total of 1.5 hours – and I was POOPED.
There is just something about Pie that I love so much. Its beauty. Its flavour. Its Happiness.
Happy Pi(e) Day, legends!
I wish we lived closer!!!! You Amaze Me!!!
awwww thanks so much Cathy!!!