At the farmer's market in Cooperstown (I went there with my mom two weekends ago) there is a woman who sells pies and only pies. Small, medium and large. The pies are hearty looking because they are made with whole wheat flour, but she stamps delicate floral patterns around their edges so they are elegant too. Behind her booth are photos of a wheat field and a man plowing. The man is her husband, he grows the wheat for her pies and she turns it into flour. I asked her if they had any flour for sale, and she said "no, he only grows enough for my pies." I felt quite taken by that notion.