Since my wanderlust has been swelling like a Grand Marnier soufflé– and I can’t get to Egypt right now — I decided to continue my pie search closer to home. That is, if you consider Western Texas close to LA. I had driven through this part of the country during my move to and from Saltillo, Mexico and vowed to return.
I drove through the up and coming artists’ community of Marfa, Texas. Though it resembles an Iowa farm town at first glance, a closer look reveals the population of 2,000 is made up mostly of ex-New Yorkers seeking a quieter — MUCH quieter — way of life.
Tempting as it was to stay a spell in Marfa — to learn just what was attracting these big city folk arriving by the wagon-full, a mystery, really, as not one store or restaurant was open at the hour of 8PM — I continued south to Terlingua.
(The store is actually an art installation.)
I got back in the MINI (What a great car! Speed, sportscar-like handing and an average of 35 MPG) and drove into the sunset toward my destination.
It also has an outdoor kitchen, which got me thinking…
Wouldn’t this be a great place to bake pies? There’s a great view of Big Bend National Park.And there’s even an oven.
My first morning, I discovered another coincidence. When helping myself to a cup of coffee I found a cup sporting my pie business logo, the red and white checkered tablecloth pattern. But was it a coincidence? I don’t think so!
Looks like I might be staying longer than I planned.