At Benton Station I had a slice of apple. Three weeks later, much like that one-time dose of heroin, hit whar still on muh mind. Thus, when I agin found muhse'f in duh hood, I made sure I got there when they were open.
It's at the corner of highway 120 and 6, just up the road from Bishop (California). Gas is reasonable, there's a water spigot for your jug-filling convenience out front and the eezee access restrooms don't require a key. Pie is $2.99 a slice.
Whole pies are $12.95.
I tipped her $1.00 for ringing it up and strolled out to the lot. There's a fine elm at the far end that gives shade. I tucked muh napkin unner muh chin and set to.
It's almost like you gotta do this on a hot afternoon in July. There just ain't no better time. The cold-case chill tickles your fingertips as you peel off the sarano-wrap. Nevermind 'bout slicing...we jus' gonna eat it!!
The peaches were crunchy, like REAL ones. And the crust had a flavor reminiscent of my own....and tha's sayin' sumpin' cuz when duh cosmoz aligns jus' right I kin whomp up a pie dat make folks sit up and (in their best ebonics) say "Yaaaaaaassssss SuHHHH!!!"
I ate nearly half. Not to worry, it won't go to waste. In fact, it probly won't last more than an hour or two. The waitress said they make them every morning. I'm a believer.
|Elm shade at far left|