Sister Pie OH MY
Y’ALL. This pie bakebook. I can’t sing its praises enough, and I swear to God I actually want to visit Detroit now. I’m sure there’s nothing particularly wrong with Detroit, but it was never on the list of places I should visit. Until now. Now, I want to go in some sweet stretchy leggings and gorge myself on all the things at Sister Pie. From their crust to their Salted Maple to the (literally) only apple pie I have ever gone back for seconds from. I’m in love and if I could marry these pies, I would. I would also settle for their other baked goods, but let’s be real, they’d be settling for me.
Sidenote- I’ve been on the Keto diet for over a year now, but lord help me I ATE ALL THE PIE. NO RAGRATS. none whatsoever. So don’t mind me if you see me around Denver in my squishy pants and leggings because I literally gained 5 pounds in pie. again, I regret nothing. god i fucking love pie.