So Good They Can’t Ignore You

Last fall, while home alone on a Saturday afternoon, I did what any married man would do. I drove 45 minutes each way to buy two apple pies.

I could have driven to a dozen bakeries near me in half the time, but they don’t have what this place has.

A few years ago, someone brought an apple pie into work from some place off the freeway. They left it in kitchen, offering it up to anyone who wanted an afternoon snack.

I didn’t think much of it. An apple pie is an apple pie is an apple pie.I’ve had a...