I had been walking by a local pie shop the other day, and saw in the case an amazing meringue pie. I could see a tray of pies with tan curled peaks, baked to the color of suede. The thought of meringue pies takes me back to a little cafe in Eureka, Kansas and granddad. It takes me back to the summer I got to spend with grandma and him. He would stop in the cafe for breakfast and a piece of pie. I remember the way the outer skin of meringue would peel off of the soft white center. I guess something way back in my memory made me think of this.
[ I Love Pie - custom fork]
I asked if I could take some photographs while I was in the store. I could smell the buttery, nutty smell of baking crust filling the air from the ovens. I was told to have fun and shoot away. The rainy day outside melted away from memory. I could remember my Grandfather dipping ice out of his ice-water, to cool his coffee. I could remember the way the meringue would separate from the filling underneath.
[Gooseberry - hot pies out of the oven]
I worked some of the natural light coming in through the front window of the shop. I took a couple of flash photos with a shoot-through umbrella. I then noticed they were filling the pie case with fresh pies. The smell of the berries bubbling up mixed with the tart tartness of cherries. What a great shop to spend a little time.
I finished my pie, and then bought some cookies. I left the cookies there, and asked that they give them away. I thought spreading a smile with a cookie was worth the cost.
[Empty Plate - Chocolate Meringue]
As you can see, it was hard to finish the chocolate meringue. I hope the memories that I had come back to mind, were met with smiles from the cookies I left behind.