As family history goes...
A two-year-old stuck her foot in a blueberry pie, recently baked by her mother and on its way to a restaurant.
My foot. My mom, Marie.
Since then, I've become a pie maker, too. I've been teasingly called "Little Marie" but I take it as a compliment because Marie is awesome. She taught my sisters and me to make mouthwatering pies with flaky crusts the old-fashioned way.
Now I can't seem to stop making pies. All I need is pie lovers to eat them!