Last night, I decided that I wanted a pie. Not just any pie, of course, but a peach pie (I am from the South, after all). I’d had “pie on the brain” for a few days and finally was going to do something about it.

I went to the grocery store, and being so close to Thanksgiving, the place was filled with pies! The bakery had fresh-out-of-the-oven selections of cherry, minced meat, pumpkin, apple, sweet potato, strawberry, marionberry* — you name it (and with “no sugar added” varieties as well).

But no peach pie.

Sure, peaches may be out of season, but so are cherries. Undaunted, I headed for the freezer section. Surely, there would be many peach pies to choose from there. Again, I was presented with all of the above flavors, in addition to meringues and turnovers…. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said aloud. There was only a single peach pie in the freezer. And it’s not like all of the others had sold out. This was it.

Is this an Oregon thing? Is peach pie truly a Southern oddity?

Sure, I was grateful to have found what I was looking for. I would have preferred a fresh pie, but I took what I could get.

Now, the reasoning behind the pie escapade — although, yes, this doesn’t truly count as an “escapade,” does it? not even close…. I am fast coming to the 50,000-word goal in this year’s NaNoWriMo. The deadline is November 30th, and I’ve just crossed to 46K-word threshold. I’m fairly confident I’ll finish. So I wanted to have something on hand to celebrate. Once I’m done with this first draft of Witches’ Brew — and I may well have to write a few more than 50K words to complete the story arc — I plan to sit down and have me some pie.

After I bake it, of course. Frozen pie ain’t so yummy.

When I posted of my impending pie celebration on one of the NaNoWriMo forums, another writer directed me to this web page:

  • I like pie.

    Rather appropriate, I thought. Perhaps I should send this link to the grocery store manager, demanding more peach pie options.

    *Marionberry is an actual berry, native to this area, and bears little or no resemblance to the Mayor of the District of Columbia.

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    One Comment

    1. I’ve actually had Marionberry jelly since my sister lives in Salem. It’s quite tasty, but no substitute for peach pie (I’m from the South too!).

      Try gonig to the freezer section and buying a bag of frozen peaches, then a frozen piecrust and assembling your own. it’s not like homemade, but it’s better than a premade frozen pie.

      And finally…I have Witch’s Brew bookmarked to read when you’re done. It sounds great!!

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