The pie I grew up with was baked by Mom, but made by Howard Johnsons. After music practice on Tuesday afternoons, we’d pick up a few frozen pieces from the local HoJos. They were delicious hot out of the oven, but I enjoyed the leftovers even more as an after-school snack. It might not have been homemade, but this is the flavor that reminds me of home.
Like anything worthwhile in life, this takes a bit of time to prepare, but the effort is worth it. About 3 p