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

My grandmother always brought two icebox pies to family gatherings, and everyone fought over the last slice.

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

In her paper, she argues that pied-piping should be analyzed as the movement of an entire phrase rather than as movement of the focused element alone.

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

She baked three pecan pies for the community bake sale.

We bought party pies for everyone at the picnic.

Before we left, she wrapped the warm hand pies in foil so they would stay fresh.

Grandma always brought whoopee pies to our family reunions, and they disappeared within minutes.

A solitary pied avocet probed the muddy estuary with its upturned bill at dawn.