Monthly Archives: August 2015


My daughter, future PJP CEO (or future surgeon, she hasn’t decided yet), turned 10 today.  And I only mention it here because for whatever it is worth, Peg passed away 10 years ago yesterday. (At the time, it seemed like such an unfortunate sequence of events…experiencing death and then life in such a backward rapid succession.  But now, it just seems a part of our story that makes complete sense.  That said, my memoir chapter on experiencing postpartum depression and attending a funeral promises to be noteworthy.)

Hardly a day passes when a customer at PJP Buttonwood doesn’t ask which one of us is Peggy.  Or if they can meet Peggy.  Or if Peggy exists, or even existed, in real life.  A few have mentioned that we need a photo of Peg hanging on the wall…which I assure you, SHE WOULD HATE.  And to be honest, she probably wouldn’t care for a completely open kitchen, ordering pre-chopped pecans, or my willingness to throw the honest truth out on the Internet every night (or actually, even for the Internet at all).  She would have known that 1700 pies on the day before Thanksgiving was an epic, epic, epic mistake.  But she would have stayed all night to bake with us…because that is how she was.

But, she would love that Jeanne and I were doing this together.  Oh, actually, she would be thrilled by it.  She would appreciate that I’ve learned to bake all the pies without consulting her handwritten recipes (she did have terrible penmanship, for whatever it is worth).  She would notice that Jeanne has chilled enough to not have a panic attack if there are more than three dirty dishes in our sink at any given time.  She wouldn’t have a clue what #WorldPieDomination means, but she would be completely for it because she was always partial to a cause.  And because she believed in us, even when we didn’t.

One the very first decisions Jeanne and I made in our early pie-business planning days was about the name…keep Peggy Jean’s Pies or change it, since it is really Rebecca and Jean’s Pies now.  We vacillated more than you would expect.  We balanced name recognition over desire for an image and branding change.  But in the end, no matter what our design started to look like or how much the logo changed from the original PJP, Peg remained an integral part of what we do.  And that we couldn’t change.  And so, Peggy Jean’s Pies, V 2.0 was born…

And we think we made the right choice, even when someone mistakes us for selling pants.




Chocolate Bourbon Pecan…

For the past six months or so, we’ve been working with our good friends, Lindsey Tyler and Lee Morehouse (we affectionately call them “Video Lindsey” and “Video Lee”).  Lindsey and Lee approached us last spring with some ideas to incorporate video into PJP and we were immediately onboard.

Not long ago, Lindsey and Lee hung out in our kitchen and we talked a lot about our number one selling pie – Chocolate Bourbon Pecan.  They watched us make it.  We talked about how Jeanne developed the recipe and how the different flavors blend together in just the right ways. We talked about chocolate chips.  And bourbon.  And pecans.

And then finally Video Lindsey and Video Lee spent an afternoon at PJP Buttonwood and filmed us making Chocolate Bourbon Pecan.  Our goal was a very short video available on our website and social media sites that gives a little preview into our number one selling pie.  But we just didn’t know how amazing Lindsey and Lee would make it.

We are OVER THE MOON with our Chocolate Bourbon Pecan video.  Aren’t you?

Chocolate Bourbon Pecan Pie from Lee Morehouse on Vimeo.



Our 1,000 hot-off-the presses, custom-designed-just-for-us jelly jar shipping boxes arrived at PJP Buttonwood this afternoon.  And if you’ve been following our adventures for a while now, you might remember that about a year ago, our initial shipment of boxes arrived via semi-truck and it was A VERY BIG DEAL TO US.  So much so, that we climbed into the cab of the truck and snapped a selfie.  And then we marked “climb into cab of semi-truck” off our bucket lists.   (Ok, so I think I blew the horn as well…because how could I not?)photo-95


We were both ready for a repeat performance upon arrival and when we heard the telltale banging on our backdoor, Jeanne threw open the door and almost ran immediately into a…

Cargo van?


You know what is anticlimactic?  A cargo van full of 1,000 shipping boxes.  And a driver looking at us expectantly to unload all the boxes out of his van.  He didn’t even offer us a cargo van selfie before he sped away to his next destination.

In other PJP alley news (I can’t believe I have two pieces of alley related information, actually), someone (some person? some company?) stenciled business names on each dumpster in our alley.


I presume this is to limit the territorial dumpster battles we all wage each and every day.  Except the culprits to the overflowing dumpsters is usually random cars that drive through late at night and dump anything and everything into whatever is the emptiest.  (As I type this now, there is a dorm fridge and a window air-conditioner sitting next to our dumpster.  Nothing says “college town” like abandoned small appliances in late August.)

We have noticed that since the addition of “PIES”, someone responsible for trash at Buffalo Wild Wings has gotten confused that perhaps pies=boneless wings trash.  Each morning our dumpster is loaded with clear trash bags of B-Dub’s paper trays and wet naps.  True to our personalities, Jeanne suggested she just march on over and remind the Buffalo Wild Wings staff that a dumpster labeled “PIES” is in fact for Peggy Jean’s Pies.  While my more non-confrontational side suggested we buy neon yellow duct tape and make arrows pointing towards the “PIES” stencil.

Maybe we should have asked the cargo van guy for his vote on what to do…