When I tell people I grew up in a family of pie bakers, it’s easy to imagine I’m bragging. My mother’s pies are legendary — rich, velvety custard fillings or mounded fruit pies, each cradled in an ...

Once a baker, always a baker. That is what my neighbor, Mr. Maus, would say as he rolled sheets of pate brisee (pie crust) for Mrs. Maus’s legendary peach or apple pies. No one could crimp edges like ...

When I tell people I grew up in a family of pie bakers, it’s easy to imagine I’m bragging. My mother’s pies are legendary — rich, velvety custard fillings or mounded fruit pies, each cradled in an ...