Blog #21 Feh. I want pie.

I have been pie obsessed of late. Not that that has anything to do with the fibery arts. Just stating fact. I thought I could fill the pie-shaped hole in my life with pie I could find here in Chicago. Heavy sigh. They don't have that here. I want to walk into someplace and have like 6 kinds of HOMEMADE pie to choose from. You can find this all over Iowa, but not in Chicago. I followed what seemed to be a very promising pie lead. I was told that a place called Dollop had pie. So, of course, I was imagining a magical place with nothing but dozens and dozens of different pies. No. It's a coffee shop. That had TWO kinds of pie. Pumpkin, lame! And apple. Pumpkin is lame because it is impossible to make poorly and apple, well, it's just apple. Kind boring and predictable. The crusts were loverly and all. I got a piece of gooey caramely cheesecake instead. Which was good, just not pie.

See, I used to go to Door County and get sour cherries. And make pies. Little individual pies. That would live in my deep freeze until the cold frozen months of winter when a girl really needs some pie to tide her over until spring. I would go to Indiana and buy peaches and make peach pies too. There is just something about having pie at your disposal. But, what I came to realize is that it isn't just pie I want, but MY homemade pie that I want. The Heartland Cafe has a triple berry pie. I am thinking that that is as good as it is going to get. I've had it before, and it is truly tasty. Meebee they would sell me a whole pie.......