Our first pie experience was a little disappointing, from Ronan farmers' market. The market only had three stalls, and one of them was dedicated to pie. But these were small pies, round, individual in their size. One might even class them as tarts, but we did get to try a Canadian butter one.
A day later we decided to try the Ronan Cafe, a greasy spoon that nonetheless got some stellar reviews for its pastry delicacies. Here we were able to pick up some apple pie (and what's more American than that?) and some triple berry. I'm not sure what two of them were but one was huckleberry, a local berry of which they are almost as proud as their pies (even if it is the state fruit of neighbouring Idaho. Yep, most states have a state fruit. Oregon's state mushroom is the Golden Pacific Chanterelle).
Back to the pies. The slices were huge, to start with, and probably counted as a full day's calorie intake. They were heavy too, dense in their sweetness. They like their pastry around here, but can get away with it due to the immensity of the filling. I'm just glad I live in health-conscious California, because around here my circumference would certainly enlarge in direct proportion to pie...
As American as Mum's apple pie, except my Mum's Welsh.
Hannah managed to eat two-thirds of her slice before I could get a photo!
