The Pie Shop is not really a restaurant. It is more an annex of Mary Thomas's home, built out of a former bicycle shed, now filled with tools of the baker's art. Mrs. Thomas starts making pies in the morning, and by lunchtime there might be half a dozen varieties available, the favorites including pineapple, apple, lemon, cream, coconut, and sweet potato, all laid out in gorgeous golden brown crusts that rise up like fragile pastry haloes around their fillings. Her Karo nut pie (the Southern cook's name for what the rest of the world knows as pecan pie) is a tawny temptress packed with halves of nuts in a profoundly sweet suspension. The meringues on her cream pies are snow white, decorated with tiny grid mark swirls at their cloudy peaks. Fried pies -- individual-serving half-moon pockets filled with apples or peaches -- shatter into ethereal fragments as soon as they are hit by fork or teeth.

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