Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.” 

A cherry pie is . . . ephemeral. From the moment it emerges from the oven it begins a steep decline: from too hot to edible to cold to stale to mouldy, and finally to a post-pie state where only history can tell you that it was once considered food. The pie is a parable of human life

America has developed a pie tradition unequivocally and unapologetically at the sweet end of the scale, and at no time is this better demonstrated than at 4th of July

It could be argued that there is an element of entertainment in every pie, as every pie is inherently a surprise by virtue of its crust.”