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Like Cindy Trezciak, Jeni Makepeace is a Naples lifer who started

                pie  making  as  a  way  to  augment  her  family’s  income.  “I  used  to
                pinch for two pie bakers,” says Jeni. “Then I thought, why just pinch?
                I  should  be  making  pies!”  Ten  years  and  three  World’s  Greatest
                Grape Pie titles later, Jeni is one of the stars of the new generation
                of Naples home bakers. Although her business is seasonal, baking
                mostly during the festival weekend, she does some home baking for

                local inns and restaurants.
                   Jeni operates her home bakery out of an old farmhouse that she
                and  her  husband  have  been  renovating  for  the  past  few  years.
                “We’re the one covered in Tyvek,” she tells me over the phone, and
                I’m immediately charmed. When I pull up in front of the farmhouse, I
                don’t  see  Jeni.  A  cluster  of  chickens  root  for  nits  and  bugs  in  the
                damp  soil  of  the  front  yard.  A  shaggy,  red-haired  mutt  ambles  out

                from around back, not to bark, but to nudge me with her muzzle. In a
                matter of moments, Jeni speeds up the driveway in an old VW van.
                She hops out from behind the wheel, bandana tied around her head,
                wearing a nubby woolen sweater that looks as if it has seen a pie or
                two be baked. Jeni immediately apologizes, smiling sheepishly, for
                her tardiness. I explain that I have been poking around, watching the

                Makepeace menagerie in her absence.
                   Jeni  seems  both  pleased  and  relieved,  shoos  the  mutt  from  the
                center walkway, and guides me through the dim farmhouse and into
                the modern kitchen. This was clearly the first room to be completed
                during  the  renovation.  Mismatched  kitchen  chairs  circle  a  worn
                wooden table. Next to the battered table stands a metal restaurant-
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