Pie Town came upon its name in the 1920s when the area was a cattle driveway and stopping point for people escaping severe dust bowl conditions Travelers needed sustenance, someone made pies, and not much has changed since. So why did the latest pie lady, Kathy Knapp, leave her charmed, privileged life in Dallas to bake pie in a dusty town with no traffic light, no gas station, no motel? On a road trip with her family in 1995, they drove through Pie Town and saw a sign posted on the door of a defunct trading post: “There used to be pie. There ain’t no more.” Knapp’s mother insisted Pie Town needed a pie shop. “This isn’t right, it’s unAmerican” she repeated, and so they bought it.
The film chronicles the history of the area, and Kathy’s and her mother’s place in its distinction. We become privy to her resolve, her heartache, the subsequent healing, and how for her pie is a vehicle for love and peace.
You’ll see an alien, a dummy, feel connections to deep space, and hear some finger-snapping tunes. You’ll want pie. Welcome to Pie Town, New Mexico. The name is no joke.