Our Story

From as far back as I can remember, pie was a staple in my family. Growing up in rural Cleveland, fresh fruit was always in abundance. We would pick buckets of blueberries, hand pick Lake Erie Red Haven peaches, and have the freshest rhubarb straight from the fields.

My grandmother had an old Betty Crocker cookbook with filling-stained pages and hand written notes lining the margins. She and my mom would let me help wash and peel the fruit. I loved it so much. There is nothing like a fresh, flaky pie filled with fresh ingredients wafting through the kitchen.

In 2004, I moved to NYC to work in television production. The hours were long and grueling so when I had my kids, I decided to be a stay at home mom. For the past few years, I’ve been itching to get back to work in some capacity. Friends and family have been urging me to start baking pies after tasting them for years at parties and picnics. It’s really hard to find a homemade pie in NYC that isn’t filled with preservatives.

So post pandemic, I decided to go for it. I’ve been selling pies on my stoop in Brooklyn for over a year. Baking makes me most happy. It brings me back to being 10 and peeling apples in my grandmothers kitchen. And there is nothing quite like a homemade pie to lift spirts and bring people together.