After Thanksgiving dinner at La Tasca (one of the few non-chinese-restaurant places open on Thanksgiving in Chinatown), sitting in an empty movie theatre after having watched ‘Walk The Line’ and the credits (yes, I’m one of those credit-watching people. ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ wins my vote), a friend said that he made 2 shoefly pies for Thanksgiving. Shoe fly? Pie? What?
The next day at an anti-Thanksgiving dinner at another friends house, I tried some shoofly pie for the first time. It was explained to me that no, its not 'shoefly' but 'shoofly'. The name made such a great image in my head. I had to have it. Especially since I had spent the previous 24 hours thinking about what an absurd name shoefly was for a pie. Crazy.