My life is based on simple truths, including this one: Where there is great pie, there is eternal happiness. Until now, the lifeline to this mantra existed in the kitchen of my friend, Martha Graham (a former employee from up North), as well as at Mom’s Apple Pie, a small pie stand in Sonoma County. That was until Debbie Appleseed danced into my life. Good pal Matt Orr called one day to exclaim my pie search was over, for he had found THE PIE(S) for me right here in Sarasota. Of course, being the self-branded “pie aficionado,” I was a bit leery. Nonetheless, I got out my best pie utensils and put Miss Debbie Appleseed to the test.
My hero, Debbie Appleseed.
Pies were judged on Flavor (highest point value), Filling (consistency, doneness, moistness and flavor), Crust (color, flavor, texture and doneness) and Overall Appearance. With over 20 ballots tallied by our Price Waterhouse Associates wanabees, I am beyond pleased to announce that I am spearheading a committee to erect a statue at the Bayfront in Debbie Appleseed’s honor.
Are they really from Price Waterhouse?
