Vermont’s roadside stands almost always lead to great pie.
Last week I lamented over Facebook why a peach pie from a small farm stand on the side of the road of Route 7 in Vermont tastes so wonderful. Is it the fresh sliced peaches, the flaky crust, or is it just nostalgia –tastes from our past. Certainly, the coffee in Burlington, Vt. tasted better, but was it because the granola, earthy crunchy atmosphere made it seem even better, or was it the coffee? Perhaps a little of both.
Taste treats closer to home.
So, returning from a New England flashback of good flavor and memories, my husband suggested this past weekend that we stop by Floribbean Flo’s on the south trail for a key lime pie. Between the coconut banana cookies and the outstanding key lime pie I realized, there is no place like home, whether it is a culinary memory or the last crumb of the current piece of pie you are eating on the way to Siesta Beach.