And lo, one day there was no pie and when I asked, the pastry chef was gone! They never had it again, and the only decent peach pies I've had since were if I made it myself (rare) or a friend did (also rare). Guess I'll make one this summer. They do look lovely with a lattice crust. My grandma must have made a million of them, because she got bushes of peaches from "Old Zelick". The woman had such a light hand with pastry. Bread, too.
As a kid, you never REALLY appreciate these things until they are gone. How many people do you know who make peach pies? How many restaurants do you know that serve it? I thought so. Damned few.
My uncle had a restaurant/variety store in Hesston, Kansas, back in the day, and every morning a few old ladies with round stomachs and arms would arrive early, don aprons and hairnets, and get to work on the pies.
Cherry. Apple. Peach. Custard. Apricot. Chocolate. Each one indescribably delectable. Of course they always sold out. They were so close to heaven.
This recipe looks pretty close to what I remember without being gunked up with creative touches.
Lattice crust peach pie
The Blue Room now occupies the spot where the Woven Hose used to be. Great creative food. Good wine, too. A pleasant place to pass an evening.
The cheeseparer.
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