We are but two humble(ish) babes with a great love for pie and produce. Once upon a time, not so long ago, we grew concerned with the decided lack of high quality, all-organic, seasonal pies available for general consumption here in San Francisco. "What gives?" we asked (to no one in particular). Nobody answered, so we got out some aprons and launched our own pop-up pie shop.
So far, it's been a pretty good time. We've spent a year and change rolling out crust, mixing fillings, baking a TON of pies, and slingin' slices from a Little Shipping Container in the Mission, a Little Farmer's Market Stand in Noe Valley, and a bunch of pop-up spots around the Bay Area. The press have been pretty nice to us. Along the way we picked up a cadre of employees and volunteers, all of whom are also babes. Lenore's dad died, and then so did her mom. Anna helped keep her going. We kept making pies and we kept talking to people about creating positive change via their purchasing choices. By now, our regulars are our friends, and they know to order in advance, or risk someone else walking away with his/her pie of choice.
Which brings us to the present: THANKSGIVING IS UPON US, PEOPLE, and the last thing we'd want is for you to be pie-less for your turkey day. So we're offering pre-orders from now through November 20th for shipping, and now through November 24th for pickup and delivery, with a virtual cornucopia of ways to get your pie.
So go ahead, buy a pie or two. Sharing a delicious pie brings us together for the holidays - and isn't that what life is all about? Sharing and togetherness? You know… like when grandma clears away the last of the turkey (or, alternatively, the vegan festival roast - you vegans know what I'm talkin' bout) and you're still a little pissed off that Uncle Frank ate all the horseradish sauce (again), but you stretch your arms up high to make a tiny bit more room in your belly and let go of the resentment, because it's time for dessert. With a big grin, you sink your fork into a freshly baked slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top, and after 2nd (you swore to yourself you wouldn't eat 2nds this year but YOLO, or whatever), you head on into the living room to settle around the fireplace, play cards, hug your mom, and take a nap. We're into it, friends, and we hope you are, too. For more info, you can read about our shenanigans at threebabesbakeshop.com