The looming national pie shortage has been developing for a long while. I first noticed the trend when I went away to school. For the first time in my life, there was no mom or grandmother nearby to supply fresh pie, that important staple of a boy’s life. For a while I bore up under it as best I could, putting in special requests for holidays at home then resolving not to miss it too much at other times.
Dreaming about my favorite pies became more common. Black raspberry is and will always be the finest fruit pie in the world. Nothing else comes close. Apricot, peach, cherry, and rhubarb are firmly in second place. Custard is heavenly. A pecan pie is remarkable so long as there is enough whipped cream on the top. Pumpkin is really good, and even better if a friend’s grandmother makes it using butternut squash. Apple and blueberry are okay, along with sugar cream. There were fuzzy memories of just one or two raisin pies my grandmother had made in the late 1950s or early 1960s. All made for great pie nostalgia.