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Flying J Pies

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Growing up, my Mom made pies. I didnā€™t know it then, but they were the best pies.

As I grew into my teenage years, I began to notice that I didnā€™t enjoy pies from restaurants or stores like the other kids. ā€œThose arenā€™t real pies,ā€ I thought.

In my mid-twenties, I moved to New York City. I figured if I could buy a good pie anywhere in the world, surely it would be in NYC. However, despite many tries at varying bakeries, I still found myself in want for a good pie ā€” one like Mama used to make.

At that point I figured: if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. So I asked my Mom for her recipe and began making my own pies.

While my pie obsession was born out of a drive to eat good pie, it is now just as much a drive to make good pie. Making is half the fun!

At one point, I decided to start taking a photograph of every pie I bake. Despite all my rhetoric for owning my own content, I hypocritically use Instagram to do the deed.

A collection of 9 photographs of different pies Iā€™ve baked. One is visibly pumpkin. One is visibly strawberry. Three are covered by lattice tops and three more are covered completely with only slits in the top, making the type of pie undiscrenable.

If you want to check it out, you can see my pie feed at: instagram.com/flyingjpies/. Please note: probably donā€™t follow that account. Iā€™m not trying to turn it into anything. I only keep it public so I can get API access to it. I don't really want to be engaging people there. Just admire the pics, salivate, and be inspired to go bake your own pies.

A collection of 9 photographs of different pies Iā€™ve baked. Two are peach. One is blackberry. Three are pumpkin. One is apply. A few others are covered with crust making what kind of pie they are difficult to tell from the photograph alone.

ā€œWhy ā€˜Flying Jā€™,ā€ you ask?

I have an old friend whose name starts with the letter ā€œKā€. Being proud of the larger man that he is, he took on the nickname ā€œBig Kā€ (a homage to ā€œKmartā€).

So when it came time for me to have a nickname, we stuck with the single-letter, corporate entity pattern and I was given the name ā€œFlying Jā€ (a chain of truck stops in America).

I canā€™t remember when or how, but he started calling my pies ā€œFlying J Piesā€ and the rest, as they say, is history.