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Poorhouse Pies Underhill, Vermont CurvyMama was dispatched to rural Vermont on a business trip recently, and she was elated because she knew there was good pie nearby. She was also happy because Daughter #2, for whom CurvyMama’s Sweetie Pie Sara was named, goes to college nearby, too. Offspring and pie in one trip! How lucky can we get? I shared a lovely dinner with Sara, and as soon as I finished my work the n

How can I begin to describe what it was like to be surrounded by 800 pies for two days? Creamy, fruity, and nutty–and I do mean nutty–are a few adjectives that come to mind. But also wonky, fascinating, breathtaking, and hilarious. All of this and more marked my visit to Orlando last weekend, where I had flown to serve as a judge in the National Pie Championships, organized by the American

I’ve already told you about the first of my two pie adventures in New Orleans. Now it’s time to tell you about the second. This one wasn’t a visit to a pie place, but to a pie guy. Yep. Nathan Winner, known as the NOLA Pie Guy. I found him by Googling “best pie in New Orleans.” I was on my way to the Big Easy for my Regular Job, and was bound and determined to squeeze in a coup

Since CurvyMama is always on the lookout for good pie, and good pie adventures, she made the most of a recent business trip to New Orleans and tracked down a couple of pie places to put on your list. We’ve certainly added them to ours.  I was facing pretty strict limitations on my time in the Big Easy, since I was going there for a conference for my Regular Job. But I was determined to use every scrap of d

From Los Angeles The Pie Hole CurvyMama goes to L.A. a lot, but often doesn’t get the time to scout out the great pie places lurking in the City of Angels. On a recent visit, though, we extended our stay and managed to squeeze in a joyous little jaunt to a pie shop worthy of your attention.

When we flew to L.A. early on Thanksgiving morning to visit the CurvyMama parents, we never imagined that the sun would set on the biggest pie holiday of the year without our having set eye–or teeth–on even one slice of pie. But that’s what happened. The three smiling people above are the collective face of an amazing pie journey that began with shock and sadness–a pie-less Thanksgiving? Reall

From Los Angeles Call us crazy, but we had to take a pie adventure the day after Thanksgiving. After all, here was CurvyMama, in Los Angeles for the holiday, and the legendary Apple Pan was just a 15-minute drive away. As a former Angeleno, I was well aware of the little shop’s hamburger fame. But until I read fellow piemaker Beth Howard’s memoir, I had no idea they were equally beloved for their cream pi

We made it! That’s my pumpkin pie, stowed safely under the seat here on a plane bound for California. No grumpy TSA agents, no pie-inspection drama. In fact, TSA guys joked that my pie would be subject to the “E-A-T test,” but waved me through. My fellow travelers are giving me warm melty smiles, too, when they see my pie-shaped carrier. They know! The Power of Pie! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!

Even as I bake and hand off 30 Thanksgiving pies to my beloved customers, I have begun to worry about what will happen to one particular pie. It’s the pie I plan to carry onto a plane bound for California on Thursday.

CurvyMama went to Colorado last weekend to see the youngest offspring, SweetiePie Sara, who was wearying a bit of dormitory life and feeling rather far from her home in D.C. I thought I’d bring along a predictable taste of home–pie–until she texted, as I was packing: I would love to make pie with you! So I threw a rolling pin and a pie tin into my carry-on, and away I went.