by Laurie Wagner | Mar 1, 2017 | Blog
For starters, she has lemon meringue, as well as pecan, coconut, chocolate, apple and cheese pie. Big slices, jumbo slices, none of those mamby pamby baby slices, the ones you normally ask for – those pretend slices of pie. No, she’s got big ass slices and she’s carrying them around in a little basket on her hip, the way you’d carry a watermelon or a child. It’s 10:30 in the morning and you’re sitting under a palapa – an open air, palm frond covered structure on a beach in Yelapa, Mexico, leading a writing workshop for nine women. The Pie Lady, a lovely brown skinned girl in her mid 20’s comes right up to the table you’re all writing at and she says, “Pie, I am the pie lady.” That’s when you know there really are some seriously bad hombres in Mexico and The Pie Lady is clearly one of them. You know this because as she lifts the woven lid off the basket of pies, you see the stiff, fluffy white of the lemon meringue and you’re helpless. It’s 10:30 in the morning and you’ve got a suitcase full of workout clothes that you meant to pull out five days ago, but it just hasn’t happened. The beach, which you imagined yourself running on each morning is actually a tiny fishing cove with boats lazily bobbing in the water, and there’s a lot of manana in the air. Each morning you stare out at the beach from your 5th story room which looks out over the Bay of Banderas, and you think, “today I’ll run,” but you don’t. Instead,...
