I never thought a road through rural Kentucky could teach me life lessons. But apparently, pie had other plans.
These little shops promised sweetness and charm, but five? Five made me stop mid-bite and rethink every dessert detour I’d ever ignored. Flaky crusts, oozy fillings, a whisper of nostalgia in every forkful.
It wasn’t just dessert, it was a masterclass in why shortcuts are overrated. Each shop had its own personality, but those five had a pull that felt almost unfair, like the state had secretly sprinkled magic into the ovens…