Pie is the kind of dessert that I think pretty much everybody secretly loves, but that not many people think to bake anymore. I rarely see pie on dessert menus in restaurants anymore. It's far more fashionable to bake a tart, or a flourless cake or the frenetically-popular new york cupcake. Fruit pies speak the language of summer, but of a bygone summer... So, while baking this blueberry pie (which is my mother's favorite pie), I imagined I was ten years old again, with my friends, wandering through the woods of vermont, collecting wild blueberries in paper cups, hoping collectively that we had enough to present to the kitchen, which would then magically transform our late summer treasure into the perfect pie.