Pumpkin pie has proven difficult to find ’round these parts. After a few fruitless bodega visits, we dipped into what passes for a Bushwick grocery store. We were fooled when we spotted a stack of Entemann’s pie boxes displayed near the registers. The boxes were orange, and illustrated with fall leaves. SInce no pie screams fall holidays like pumpkin pie, I assumed, if they weren’t all pumpkin pie, there were bound to be some in the mix. I was wrong. Coconut creme pie. Stacks and stacks of them. Coconut creme? For Halloween? What the fuck?
We had better luck at the next store, where Deborah discovered a couple well hidden under stacks of apple pies–arguably as big a fall favorite as pumpkin–and more coconut cremes. Deborah wisely decided to buy two.
We could hardly wait, and each had a nice, big wedge for dinner. It was delicious. In fact, it was so good, that we each had another slice for dessert.
