10/08/2023
One of the biggest reasons I fell in love with Mosby Pies is because I quickly learned that it brought people joy. I was sharing moments with people. I was delighted in their delight. I was happy my product was making them happy.
Among many remarks that made me smile was, "I don't like pie. I've never liked pie. But I love YOUR pie."
I discovered a passion in dessert. Dessert is meant to follow a fantastic meal as the grand finale. If the meal was disappointing, there's a lot of pressure on the dessert to redeem the evening. I consider it an honor that people would choose my product to grace their dining room table as that grand finale, coupling it with a scoop of ice cream or coffee.
I also loved that my craft brought people together, as people from different walks of life, different political backgrounds would be at my booth commenting on their favorite flavors. I loved that I had devout fans defending theirs: Blueberry is the best, no his apple is the best. I loved that.
Baking does many things for me: It occupies all the senses. The aroma is hypnotizing; I feel the ice water on my skin as I hydrate the dough between my fingers until it is just the right consistency; I listen for the sizzling in the oven; I look for the bubbling of the filling; and, of course, I would occasionally get to taste a pie I made for myself.
I enjoyed having a creative outlet to express myself, designing the logos and font and stickers and banners, and connecting to an audience.
Baking was healthy for my self-esteem. I felt good at something and engaged in something I built myself. I rose to the challenge of troubleshooting if a pie was less than excellent, and I valued customers bringing any such incident to my attention so I could make it better and really wow them the second time.
I often considered myself the lonely baker. It wouldn't be inaccurate to call me that. Baking certainly filled many hours that could have been spent with a romantic partner, if I had one. Baking helped me to escape those lonely feelings. I lowkey hoped I would meet someone special at the farmers market who would strike up a conversation, but it never happened. Romantic frustration was a major motivator behind relocating to a new state.
I have only baked a few pies since coming here. I haven't been able to transition from baking professionally to baking personally. It's kind of an intimate thing for me.
I spend a fair amount of time asking myself just how I will resume my pie business in Pennsylvania and I have been thinking more and more that it could "take a village." I don't know if Mosby Pies will find itself opening on York Rd or somewhere else, but it is a gargantuan prospect I still think about a lot. Is it all just a pie in the sky?💜
