I had been in Ithaca for only a week and there I was, sitting in the back of a bar peddling pies, being fondly referred to as the 'pie lady.' I was in my second month of the tour of pie, and slowly getting the hang of being a traveling...

For me pie is home. Pie is standing next to my mum with floury hands, nibbling scraps of crust, watching her chop rhubarb and slice strawberries. Pie is the tiniest of rolling pins and tins given to me one Christmas so I could bake alongside all the grownups. Pie is...

Let me set the scene. I was in Seattle, for the first time in my life. It was the first week of September and I had just flown from Chicago to begin the 'tour of pie.' I had decided that in order to save my quickly dwindling spending money I...

With the arrival of snow, snow and more snow here in Chicago I find myself daydreaming about sweet potatoes with honey and pecans coated in sugar and splashed with bourbon; it's the perfect time of year for baking. 

My reintroduction into baking began with a pie pumpkin. One crisp fall...