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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS








                I always believed that pie was just another word for happy, and the
                joyous way in which this book came together makes me even more
                certain.  Bonnie  Benwick  asked  me  to  write  about  slab  pie  for  the

                Washington  Post.  Marilyn  Pollack  Naron  (see  her  work  here  and
                here), mentioned the story to her agent, Lori Galvin, who thought the
                world  needed  a  book  about  slab  pie.  Lori  became  my  agent  and,
                over  a  few  weeks  while  I  moved  from  one  home  to  another,  we
                conjured  up  a  book  proposal  with  dozens  of  telephone  calls,  a

                messy,  shared  Google  document,  and  text  messages  at  all  hours.
                And then she helped Pie Squared find a home at Grand Central Life
                & Style.

                    I thank my lucky stars this book was in the capable hands of a
                pie-loving  editor,  Karen  Murgolo.  I  am  grateful  for  her  sharp  pen,
                insightful  take  on  organization,  and  encouraging  words  at  just  the
                right moment. I knew we would bond when she declared sour cherry
                pie to be her favorite. Me, too! Morgan Hedden was the unflappable

                in-house  shepherd  for the manuscript.  I am encouraged  that she’s
                come around to Pop-Tart-style pies. It can’t be easy to keep all these
                square pies in order, and for that I am in awe of the crack production

                team that oversaw the move from manuscript to book. Tareth Mitch
                was unflappable, her suggestions made the book better. Deri Reed
                copyedited  with  a  keen  eye  for  consistency  and  clarity.  Designer
                Shubani Sarkar brought both whimsy and order to the pages.
                    Spending  time  with  the  ace  photography  team  of  Christopher

                Hirsheimer  and  Melissa  Hamilton  is  a  sublime  experience  and  it
                comes through in the photographs in this book. I spent a couple of
                summertime  weeks  driving  through  Buck’s  County  on  tree-shaded

                roads,  finding  orange-yolked  eggs,  thick  cream,  bicolor  corn,  and
                tomatoes as big as my head. I ate the most glorious white peaches
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