Back in the small-town Texas where I grew up, at a county fair—a true county fair—my father won a cakewalk.
Being a peace officer, it was undoubtedly rigged, but, for his prize, he won a strawberry rhubarb pie. I still remember it's smell, texture and incredible taste – an earth-shattering experience that still taunts my tastebuds like a long-lost love to this very day.
I have always wanted another piece of this treat and for the last 40 years or so, and have been chasing it like a monkey on my back.