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 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.

At the church bake sale, we bought three cherry pies to share with our neighbors.

The children couldn't stop laughing as they chased after the custard pies splattering across the village green.

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

The bakery sold out of Snickers pies within minutes of opening.

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