But there was one thing — one legend — that everyone was talking about before we even sat down: Diane’s famous pie. Her mom’s pie wasn’t just dessert; it was family lore. People spoke of it in reverent tones. Cousins leaned in to say, “Wait until you try it.” Lara told me more than once on the drive over, “It’s her masterpiece. You’ll see.”

When it finally appeared, I understood the hype. The crust was golden and perfectly latticed, like it had been braided by angels. The filling glistened in the light. Steam curled up as the knife sliced through, and when I took that first bite… it was incredible. Sweet and tangy in perfect balance, the kind of dessert that makes you close your eyes for a second. Lara beamed as she whispered, “Best baker in the world