It was right around a year ago when I, brash, idiotic, pie enthusiast that I am, challenged my friend Brian to what came to be known as the C’ville Pie Down.
I didn’t win.
Whatever.
My pies still rock and nothing will stop me from baking. As I sit here, the chocolatey-bourbon scent of my signature pie is wafting from the oven. The Chocolate Town Pie, a recipe from my mother-in-law that I’ve tweaked and played with in the dozens of times I’ve made it, is still my all-time favorite pie to make and to eat. Tonight’s pie is one I’m baking specifically for my pie guys. We’re gathering tomorrow at a secret location to talk about the next C’ville Pie Fest.
I didn’t win the last C’ville Pie Fest, either. But I contributed SEVEN pies to the community that day. So take that.
I’ll admit, some of the pies I bake don’t turn out very well, and sometimes a serious setback will keep me out of the kitchen for a bit, but I always come back and pie again.
I have met and made some seriously good friends during this year of pie-related activities. One of these friends is Mollie Cox Bryan, a kindred spirit in so many ways, and one I may not have known if it weren’t for pie. The others (Mary, Sara, Brian, Melanie, Cindy, Bill, Joe, Steve, Coy, Sean, the other Brian and oh so many more) have made this year better by their love of pie and their willingness to come together over something as simple as crust and filling.
I love you guys, almost as much as I love pie.
It’s more than pie that keeps us coming together. It’s a sense of community with awesome people like you!
Oh, were I not so far away….
Back at you Marijean. xxx
Marijean, you’re the best.
After tasting that divine lemon-raspberry chiffon, I honestly can’t say I’ve had a better pie crust (and that filling was exquisite). Even though it’s not on the training plan, I’m a sucker when I hear the words “Marijean” and “pie” in the same sentence.