Don’t you just love this pie plate? Such a colorful little throwback . . .
Growing up, pies held no sway over me. The pie crust aside, I could take them or leave them. It was only in college that I grew a full blown sweet tooth. Even then, pies remained relegated to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. All this may change, however, for at this year’s Fall Extravaganza, my mum gifted us the Taste of Home: Best Loved Pies cookbook.
Pies, and tarts, and crisps, oh my!
So much deliciousness stuffed into so few pages.
You know, pies have quite the storied past:
They were born around 9500 BC (or so ‘they’ say). That slice in front of you? It’s a distant relative of those eaten in the New Stone Age.
Pharaoh Ramesses II loved his sweet pies so much, images of them adorn the walls of his tomb.
The Roman equivalent of cheesecake served an offering to the gods.
Medieval covered pies were referred to as ‘coffyns’ (a basket or box).
On and on it goes, until today, where pies are thrown for laughs and baked for love.
So here’s to cooler temps and filling our homes with the comforting scent of fresh baked pie.
Now, to decide which to bake first . . .