Not only has pie been a large part of American desert-making traditions for years, but it's something very relevant to me, and my own personal food way.
For me, there is a specific pie that corresponds to very specific memories, seasons, and events. This may be one of the reasons why I often can't choose a favorite pie: it changes throughout the course of a year, along with all the events that take place within that year. For instance, around thanksgiving, pumpkin is my favorite flavor of pie. Whenever I get together with family in the winter, I can't get my mind off black raspberry pie. The taste alone reminds me of being in the kitchen with my mom and helped her stow away as much leftover pieces as possible for the car-ride home, and having those pieces disappear within a week. At the moment, I'd have to say I'm partial to key lime pie. It has me thinking about sea food dinners on the beaches of florida (where I happen to be traveling to this August), and all the positive associations with spring and summertime.
So really, pie represents all of the different flavors of my experiences as they change throughout the course of everyday life. Nothing is set in stone for me, especially the events, people, and places that I do and will encounter in my lifetime.
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