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| - Two thumbs up from my dad, the ultimate pie snob!
My dad, 95, chooses to live in assisted living in Phoenix. He is a pie man -- pie was considered the ultimate form of food in our family, suitable for any occasion or time of day or night. in farming country Ohio. My mom made good pie, but of course his mother made the best.
Phoenix is a tough pie town. Every time one of us kids visits, we always have to get him a pie, any flavor, he has to have a pie, and each one has failed. Oh, he'd eat it -- no pie lasts long in his vicinity, but they were always sub-par. We tested the full range of high-end supermarket pies -- each was marked down, not good pie.
Until Pie Snob. I drove him to pick it up at Traci's cute little bakery; he was grumbling all the way (he's also a pie curmudgeon), "I don't know where you're going to find a pie factory around here....hmph," etc. He was mollified a bit when it turned out to be a real bakery, and I showed him a real banana cream pie and put it in the back of the car.
And then we got it home and tried it -- he's a believer! "Now THAT'S good pie!" The real graham cracker crust. The real bananas. The real banana pudding filling. The real whipped cream. Total convert!
So, we now have the answer -- every time one of us gets to Phoenix, we have him choose a Pie Snob pie flavor in advance and pick it up with him. A new family tradition!
Thank you Traci! My dad agrees -- at 95, life is too short to eat bad pie!
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