At the farmers' market, the vendor sold homemade bean pies that reminded me of my grandmother's kitchen.

At the county fair, she entered two unusual vinegar pies in the baking contest.

The history museum displayed personal letters from pieds noirs who had lived there before independence.

For the bake sale, she made a dozen grasshopper pies that disappeared within an hour.

At the festival, vendors were selling hot Scotch pies that filled the air with spice.

Grandma always baked sugar pies for the holidays, filling the house with a warm, caramel aroma.

Every year, our math club bakes pies and hosts a lecture to celebrate Pi Day.

Every Sunday morning, my grandmother would bake butter pies and fill the whole house with a warm, sweet aroma.

At the festival, the stall sold freshly baked Yorkshire pies that disappeared within an hour.

Grandma baked several pot-pies and left them on the windowsill to cool before dinner.