My father and I spent his last few years in life out at our camp in Westfield. The Sugar Shack was our favorite stop on the way. I don't like pie... but this pie....OMG... we each grabbed a fork and dug in! No plates necessary... won't get that far! A great pie and wonderful memory!
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