I’m not sure what gave my mother the idea to spend Spring Break on small, rural Shaker colony. This was somewhere midway through my broody, weedy, skateboard obsessed teen years, so the reasons for taking us to a secluded farm with no electricity seems obvious now. Days were spent touring barns, learning to make hat boxes, defiantly continuing to brood, and most importantly—waiting for mealtime. The meals were everything the Shaker brochures described—simple and delicious. And thus began my lifelong love of the star of Shaker cookery—the Shaker Lemon Pie.