Growing up, my Grandma Sylvia was known in many different circles in Baltimore, Maryland simply as “the pie lady.”  In the late 1940’s, she used to home bake sinfully sweet, deliciously fresh pies and sell them to the local store for some extra cash.  Extended family dinners at Gram’s apartment became the Friday night ritual.  If you missed a dinner, you’d miss the opportunity to get a coveted piece of one of her pies, where homemade crusts and fresh whipped cream sealed in a variety of intense flavors from: chocolate to pecan to pumpkin spice. … [Read more...]