Darcelle

We met Darcelle’s daughter Kiki in a hotel we were staying at in Nashville. She worked there and we got chatting. Soon enough, we were video calling Darcelle to beg and plead she take us in for an afternoon of pie making. She quite graciously agreed.

We had no idea we’d be crashing a birthday party when we invited ourselves over. Darcelle’s great-grandbaby was celebrating her third birthday on the day we’d cornered her into sharing her special recipe with us. So into Candyland we went, a kitchen completely covered in giant papier-mâché sweeties and dotted with pastel-coloured balloons.