I like pie. 
Any time you're up over in that suburb east of Portland, Oregon, look around for a 70ish woman, three headscarves, four winter coats, ringing a hand-bell and pulling a child's little red wagon behind her--I'm sure Judy has a watermelon pie in there somewhere.
The problem is, it's free if you're an overpaid public servant, but if you're poor, Judy'll charge you and arm and leg for it.