by Steven Doyle
When I lived on my farm in Amish country in Kansas, my neighbors would regale us with pie. These were by far the best pie bakers in the pie loving universe, and they did their magic without the means of a modern kitchen. In return I would send over dozens of fresh farm eggs from my coop and smoke their meats for the holidays. It was a loving relationship that began with a slice of raisin cream pie. This is how all relationships should begin.
Moving back to Dallas I had to develop new pie friendships. These were possibly simpler to make as all it took was a wad of cash and the motivation to seek out the very best, and now I have a list. Continue reading
