I was eating at an authentic semi-backwoods BBQ in North Carolina with some friends from graduate school. The waitress came after the meal to see if we wanted dessert. I asked what they had for dessert, and she stopped to think for a minute, then said, "Well, we have pah." I was stumped. What was pah?
She was saying they had pie, except with a really thick NC accent. It took me more than a moment to figure out what she was talking about.
Joanie's mum taught her to make crust and after a few years of trying, she finally got it down. We had blueberry tonight — exquisite. I hear the recipe is on its way to the web.
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