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

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

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

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

At the village fair, the stall sold freshly baked Woolton pies that reminded visitors of wartime recipes.

At the county fair, the stall sold several Devizes pies that everyone lined up to taste.

For the bake sale, she made three creamy pudding pies and labeled them with colorful tags.

Grandma baked tomato pies every Sunday, filling the house with the scent of herbs and oven-warm crusts.

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

We bought party pies for everyone at the picnic.