At the holiday market, we bought several Karelian pies to share with friends.

At the community fair, we sold homemade rappie pies to raise money for the local school.

For dessert, the cafe sold several delicious banoffee pies that disappeared within minutes.

At the village fair, the stall sold homemade pork pies that disappeared within an hour.

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.

At the village fête, my grandmother baked several homity pies that disappeared within an hour.

At the county fair, we shared three Frito pies topped with cheddar and jalapeños.

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

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