New Yorkers have got their cheesecake and Bostonians might have their crème pies, but they can both go take a leap off a mountain…an Arbuckle mountain, that is. I would happily pass up any other state’s most famed dessert for just one more bite out of an Arbuckle Mountain Cherry Fried Pie. It is truly this land’s manna from Heaven.
How many among us have driven down I-35, counting the exits down to 51, hoping and praying that their one favorite flavor is still in stock, hot out the fryer and freshly bagged? These hunger pangs have been an Okie tradition since the late 1800s when owner Nancy Fulton’s grandmother would make batches of these flavorful pockets of God’s love for cowboys freezing themselves to death during those harsh frontier winters.