Pie Town

In an earlier post, I should have given a shout out to Pie Town, New Mexico.

Pie Town is, without doubt, my favorite town in the state.

The name is totally honest.  There was no great explorer named "Pie".  There were no original settlers named "Pie."  There isn't even a local mountain peak named "Pie."

Still, back in the day, there was a crusty entrepreneur who baked up a business based on the concept that cowboys wanted pie.  It was on a major route for the cattle drives of the day.  The location was perfect, near the continental divide but far from much else.

(In my mind, I have a scene from a western movie where a gunslinger swaggers into the establishment, leans on the bar, and says "Gimme some apple, straight up with whipped cream.  And make it a double.")

Later, the cattle trail became US 60, which was the major route across the southwest until it was outstretched by Route 66, which began to die when I-40 skirted the towns that many Americans now romance over.

Many of the old Route 66 towns died.  Pie Town survived it's predecessors, because... hell, there's nothing like a good piece of pie.

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I swiped my Green Chili Pinon Apple Pie from the Pie Town Cafe.  It is, without a doubt, the best damn apple pie recipe in the world.

A little advice... if you're planning a trip to Santa Fe or Taos, screw it and go to Pie Town.  Santa Fe and Taos are essentially copies of each other, but there's only one Pie Town.