I was duly informed of recent actions just taken in the Great State of Texas by our illustrious Governor Greg Abbott. Furthermore, his actions set aside and identify for all posterity who is and who isn’t the foremost, paramount, and without question leader in the endeavor itemized in his decree.
Ladies and Gents, I give you…the Pie Capital of Texas…Kyle, Texas.
Yep, that’s what the staff at Texas Pie Company informed me. They even have a sticker on the front door and banners announcing this fact fly from the city streetlight poles. I’m supposing that makes it official.
As Nancy and I returned from Driftwood, we realized that we were terribly remiss. After our BBQ delight, we felt that dessert would be to over the top and declined cobbler at the restaurant.
As we passed through Kyle, Texas, Nancy shouted at me…pie, pie, it’s a pie.
I wasn’t really certain what was heading my way as I was concentrating on keeping the speed limit through town, avoiding a tail end collision with farm equipment, and scanning for unsafe drivers. On the announcement of…pie, pie, it’s a pie…I instinctively cut the wheel, stepped on the brake, and shouted…where, where, where.
Nancy proceed to point toward an establishment on the town square with a humongous wedge of pie precariously balanced on its front porch roof. Needless to say, I was impressed and relieved it wasn’t on the road way barreling my direction.
“We need dessert,” Nancy announced and I agreed. Once around the city square brought us back to the pie shop. I parked and we entered to find a display cabinet stuffed with every kind of pie imaginable. You name a variety, they have it.
Walking to the counter, I asked the clerk if we could order a piece of pie. It seemed logical to make that kind of request and in the back of my mind I was thinking…duh.
“Sure, what would you like?” The self-assured clerk pointed to the display cabinet.
“I’d like strawberry-rhubarb, and can I get a scoop of ice cream on that?”
“You bet,” replied the clerk. “And you ma’am?”
Nancy deliberated, decided, and debated before finally arriving at her perennial favorite Blackberry…with ice cream, of course.
When the ‘slice’ of pie was delivered to the table, it was a pot pie of pie. The bowl of pie was a warm, delicious, fruit-filled, crust enshrouded decadency, with a glob of ice cream slowly melting into a puddle of cream around the edges.
“It’s huge,” I said quickly digging into the crust covered dish of deliciousness. The flakey crust gave way to my spoon and soon I was scraping up the last morsels of sweetness and cream.
“We didn’t need this much,” says Nancy finishing her Blackberry pie.
“Speak for yourself,” I said. “This is just right for me.”
Finishing our late afternoon sweet treat, we stood to exit and I stopped to talk with the clerk about the shop. To my surprise, I discovered they turn over the abundant supply of pies in their display case every 24 hours. People in Kyle like pie. He also educated me regarding the Governor’s recent announcement.
Glad to know that I’ve participated in supporting the Pie Capital of Texas.