Fresh baked pies a Truelove Story
I was taught to bake pies about 20 years ago by a man named Richard Truelove. He was my boss and owner of Grandpa Allen's Family Restaurant & Pie Shop. Richard lived most his life in Vista, California and learned to work in the restaurant business at a young age like me. He made pies every morning at about 4am and his skillful hands and witty commentary was intriguing to witness. He was an artist, a poet, an author, and a baker. Not schooled in any formal practice he did all of them out of love. It took me years of baking to understand the amount of love, passion, and patience it takes to create something that warms people's hearts. It brings back childhood memories for some, and transports people back to a simpler time where their mothers love poured out of the kitchen with a smell of the warm apples and cinnamon. I also have a True Love for these pies I create, and one of my favorite sounds is that fork scraping that last bit of pie and ice cream off the plate. Seeing the smile on people's faces after they are finished makes all the time and labor worth while.