Pie for All Seasons

Pie is messy. It doesn't slice very neatly, the crust fractures easily, and the filling eventually becomes a soupy glop on the plate. Yet it is somehow comforting. Pie is familiar, flexible and always ready to adapt. Just like a big, sloppy, wet kiss, pie emanates home, hearth and love.Winter weather has arrived in New York and a frosty wind pummels me as I hurry along Lexington Avenue. The

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