A little-known Major spoilers factoid: Saturday mornings are a clusterschmozz at my house. That means that the MS-QOTD for Saturday is more of a loose-limbed, flippety-dippety (that’s a scientific term, BTW), loosey-goosey sort of affair. And, being that my wife doesn’t always remember to wake up and have breakfast, her suggestions are often “Why don’t you ask how long it will be until I get to have brunch?” Thus, today we engage a truly vexing quandary with today’s pastry-iffic query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) is in the “less than an hour, unless it’s mince” camp, asking: How far would you be willing to drive for pie?
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I can’t drive. Well, technically I CAN, I just don’t because I’m on enough medication that it would be no different from driving under the influence of alcohol to me.
But I have asked for rides to get certain pies before, though usually no longer than 3 hours round trip (minus the time getting the pie at the destination and possibly small talk with the baker or whoever made it). A few friends and relatives of friends make pies that are so delicious they are like pure uncut ecstasy (not the drug, just the sensation). I’d be willing to spend more time getting one of those than I would a run of the mill pie.
30 minutes tops – and the pie better be damn good. Really damn good.
Its about 10 minutes to town, so that far.
In true Matthew spirit my answer breaks down like this. I’m not a small man, I have made trips out of state on buses to eat at certain establishments. So I’m thinking that should the right pie entice me I would probably spend upwards of 20 hours to reach it given I had the timeand resources. Though currentlymany grandmothers pumpkin and pecan pies art thanksgiving last year make my standing answer 3 hours one way.