Toasted Marshmallow Butterscotch Pie

“Pick out whichever mug you like from the piebrary.” The woman behind the bakery counter gestured toward a black hutch. I scoped out the eclectic collection of mugs and chose one emblazoned with the logo of the National Organization for Women. I hadn’t even eaten, and I already loved this place.

Lisa Ludwinski opened Sister Pie just about a year ago in a former beauty salon in Detroit’s West Village neighborhood. Her grandmothers grew up in Detroit proper (Ludwinski grew up in the suburbs), and after working for a year at Momofuku Milk Bar in New York City, she knew it was time to go home. She started selling her pies at markets, and the community rallied behind her sweet-salty chess version—and her palpable energy, which she channeled into a 24-hour dance-a-thon fundraiser.

These days, Ludwinski and her crew wake at dawn to prep the day’s offerings: four rotating pies, plus eight to ten daily cookies, a savory hand pie, salads, and more. A weekday morning rush of locals stops in for coffee, and weekends bring in crowds from the city and suburbs, hanging out with a slice at the communal table, then grabbing a gluten-free buckwheat cookie for the road.

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