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No More Mr. Nice Pie: professional pie-isms and seasonal sarcasm

About me

Introduction	I grew up in a multi-generational household where pie played a prominent role in the family food pyramid. My baking apprenticeship was under the watchful eye of my grandmother’s housekeeper, Jessie, whose pie repertoire was endless. My first professional bakery job was at The Home Dairy in Ithaca, New York. Upon college graduation armed with a degree in Theatre, I set out anticipating a career in the arts. Theatre jobs allowed me to criss-cross the country, sampling baked goods along the way. A fork in the road led me to Philadelphia where I owned a restaurant for 10 years. I honed my pie production skills at a farm in Bucks County that prided itself on “Farm to Table” long before it was a buzzword. I currently wield a rolling pin at a small bakery in the Garden State. When not baking, I can be found logging miles in my running shoes.

Introduction

I grew up in a multi-generational household where pie played a prominent role in the family food pyramid. My baking apprenticeship was under the watchful eye of my grandmother’s housekeeper, Jessie, whose pie repertoire was endless. My first professional bakery job was at The Home Dairy in Ithaca, New York. Upon college graduation armed with a degree in Theatre, I set out anticipating a career in the arts. Theatre jobs allowed me to criss-cross the country, sampling baked goods along the way. A fork in the road led me to Philadelphia where I owned a restaurant for 10 years. I honed my pie production skills at a farm in Bucks County that prided itself on “Farm to Table” long before it was a buzzword. I currently wield a rolling pin at a small bakery in the Garden State. When not baking, I can be found logging miles in my running shoes.