To add to all the either/or choices that you can use to falsely divide the world I have long used: cake or pie. Myself, I'm a pie man through and through. And so it was on Tuesday, that I basically organized an evening around trying this heretofore unsampled pie place and sampling as many Hoosier Mama Pies as possible.
A friend and I strolled in around 5:30 and it still seemed like they had plenty of pies to choose from. Our plan was to sit down and eat two right there and then walk out with two more sliced to be eaten after dinner.
After consulting the friendly woman behind the counter, we settled on a pie strategy: the Hoosier sugar cream and triple berry slices to eat in, and a peach slice with apple-blueberry mini-pie to go . My only thoughts are:
Wowee wow wow!
These pies were fantastic. I had read about people's enthusiasm with some skepticism, noted the relatively high prices and unique pie varieties - but after trying the pies, I will gladly return, close my eyes, point and try anything they put out.
I was most nervous about the Sugar Cream because I thought, like Ronnie, that it would be too sweet. It turned out that it did not approach cloying at all and possessed a slightly molasses or smoky flavor that offset the sweetness quite well. The filling on the triple berry was just delicious - the right mix of sweet and tart berries that tasted like summer. The crust on the triple berry was outstanding. Just about the flakiest, most flavorful crust I can remember eating in some time. Like stevez, I also thought that the crust on the sugar cream pie seemed different than the others - and maybe cookie like was a good term. It seemed less flaky, but both crusts matched their respective pies perfectly.
As we we got up to go, we encountered tragedy - the apple-blueberry mini pie we had been eying had been snatched up during our pie-eating revelry. No matter, a slice of it and the peach to go, please!
Seeing the partially sliced pies on the rack behind the counter, I innocently asked how they keep the cut pies fresh overnight. "We bake them fresh every day," was the reply. Puzzled for a second, I read between the lines and asked "So each of these pies... find a good home?" Three people looked up and nodded gravely. Oh, the peril of working in a pie shop!
Our peach pie came from a pie that had been uncut until 2 minutes before closing. One employee looked over and noted that he hadn't been able to take home a peach pie in 2 weeks (probably because there were no cut pies leftover at the end of the day). You're welcome, I said.
Perhaps because of all of this leftover pie talk, or perhaps because of their genuine friendliness, the counterwoman jogged after us when we turned to leave, handing over their last boxed up slice of strawberry rhubarb pie. Ha, as if they already didn't have a repeat customer!
We only managed to eat the peach pie after a masa-laden evening at Huraches Dona Chio. And it was very good, although the crust suffered somewhat in the plastic container for a few hours. Unfortunately, a toaster oven wasn't an option in the kitchen we were in, but I highly recommend this for any cut-up takeaway pies. The apple blueberry slice I snagged for myself warmed up beautifully at home. I would not have thought of combining these two fruits, but again, wonderful.
I cannot wait for a return trip. I am trying to organize a savory/sweet pie evening with some friends - hopefully as soon as this week.
Savory pie note: In addition to the chicken pot pie and the pork, apple and sage pie, a man behind the counter said they were doing a lamb and apricot pie with Moroccan spices!