You know your life has turned a corner when upon visiting a new city, you embark on a pie crawl and not a bar crawl like a more youthful and resilient version of yourself might have say, oh, 15 years ago. My how time has changed me – those rounds of cherry bombs and appletinis have now turned into slices of cherry pies and apple pies.
I haven’t gone anywhere interesting since I started this blog until recently when my husband and I went to Nashville, Tennessee. The plane had barely dropped its landing gear and I was already formulating my plan of attack to find the best pie in Nashville. And find Ben Folds. But the pie would be easier. By the time we went to bed that first night, I had mapped out the top three pie stops and was eager to experience all Nashville had to offer.