Steve: Steve likes how the thick syrup from the peaches tastes with the custard base of his peach pie.
Sam: Sam likes cherry pie in the early summer as it reminds him of going camping with his parents and church as a teenager.
Bucky: Bucky prefers his apple pie with a cinnamon crust and served a la mode.
Natasha: Natasha has her lemon icebox pie from a specialty bakery in New Orleans that adds a layer of toasted marshmallows on top.
Clint: Clint likes to have derby pie whenever he’s in Kentucky and has been known to fly down just for a slice on the Kentucky Derby Festival. Natasha likes to call him a real redneck.
Bruce: Bruce likes pumpkin pie with a white chocolate sauce and a scoop of chocolate brownie icecream.
Tony: Tony likes his blueberry pies with a graham cracker crust, cinnamon toasted flaked almond filling and a lattice top with a scoop of vanilla icecream and drizzle of maple syrup.
Wanda: Wanda likes the ‘chocolate overload’ as Bucky calls it, of the Mississippi mud pie and how it takes her back to childhood memories of eating too much chocolate with Pietro. She normally has a slice with salted caramel icecream and white chocolate star sprinkles.
Vision: Vision likes his pecan pie with a dollop of whip cream and a drizzle of rum hardsauce.
T’challa: T’challa initially thought Sam was joking about cookie cake pies being a thing but said he now understood the obesity epidemic.
Scott: Scott likes his chocolate peanut butter cream pies with a drizzle of strawberry syrup and rainbow sprinkles.
Thor: Thor likes the layers of chocolate and cream in black bottom pie but prefers a meringue top to cream.
Prompt: Character/Pairing: Dean Location: Louisville, KY Random word: water
requested by: @sebbystantrashcan
Time: 10 minutes
“What can I get for you?” you asked the broad-shouldered guy, who was clearly from out of town.
He smiled at you. “I’m still getting used to all of these sweet Kentucky accents everywhere,” he said, not a trace of an accent in his own voice.
“I had you spotted as an out-of-towner since you walked in,” you said. “You here for the Derby?” you asked.
He waved a hand. “Nah, not really my thing. Just happened to be in the area and thought I’d stop.” He shut the menu. “So what do I have to have before I leave Louisville? Something I just have to have.”
“Well, you have to have Derby pie when you’re in Louisville,” you said, picking up his menu. Before you could even tell him what it was he was grinning and responding.
“You had me at ‘pie,’” he said. “We might be soulmates.”
“Coming right up!” You breezed over to check on your other tables before putting his order in. “How is everything?” you asked. The trucker had been grumpy since he walked in and you had a bad feeling about him as soon as you had seated him. You just hoped he didn’t have a complaint about the food…
“I asked for this medium-rare and you brought me this overcooked piece of cardboard!! And nothin’ is hot! I want a new meal!”
You stepped back, shocked at how loudly he was yelling at you. You should have seen it coming. “Oh… Well, I’ve very sorry, sir. I’ll–”
“Sorry don’t put my damn food on the table, does it? I come in here and want to pay to get a hot meal and you bring me food as cold as this glass of ice water!”
You gasped as he threw the entire glass of ice water all over you and slammed the empty cup down. Rivulets of freezing water ran down you and you were soaked to the skin. Ice cubes clattered down to the floor and skidded under nearby tables.
You heard the cook start around the counter to come throw the guy out, but before he could even step out of the kitchen, the handsome out-of-towner grabbed the trucker by the front of his shirt and punched him in the face.
He shook his hand out as the trucker crumpled to the ground and you stared, agape, at him. “You alright?” he asked, reaching down to grab hold of the guy again.
You nodded vaguely.
“Excuse me for just,” he hoisted the trucker up, “one more second!” He tossed the dazed guy out on his ass and came back in, still shaking his right hand which was clearly hurting from making solid contact with the guy’s jaw. “Sorry about that,” he said again. “You’re sure you’re alright?”
“Ye—yeah. I’m fine now,” you said. “Thanks. You didn’t have to–”
He waved you off. “Yeah, I did,” he said gruffly. Giving, you a smile.
“Well, let me get you that Derby pie on the house. And, uhh, I’ll bring you a side of ice for that hand too,” you said, wiping your hands and face with your apron.
I call this Pig Pen Pie, or Dirty pie, instead of derby! But it is for you, Jack, since it is your favorite: to celebrate your wonderful performance in You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I am so proud of you for even auditioning! How exciting to be in a performance at Red Barn Theatre! It was so much fun, and we all enjoyed watching you at every show! I don’t know how you held everything together performing and practicing so late into the night, while also dealing with all of the end of the year school stuff. You always amaze me.
I sure am late with posting my husband’s birthday pie….this was from the end of February! But guess what? I just realized that it is relevant again because this weekend is the Kentucky Derby, and this just happens to be Derby Pie! Seriously, how can you beat a pie made with pecans, bourbon, and chocolate chips? This is definitely one of my favorites!