REMEMBRANCE

Hello and thankyou for visiting The Daily Pie Blog

It has been just over a year, and we, the De Bruin Family sincerely miss making and baking our pies, as well as serving you in the Cafe.  We miss the smell of the pies as they bake, we miss the smell (and taste) of the freshly ground coffee.  We also miss the little mother-cat - Rognon - who would visit our kitchen door regularly for her share of the pie. 

We've updated the blog only for remembrance-sake, by adding the buttons you see at the top.  If you click on the buttons above, you will be able to see a gallery of how the old Golden Fleece Roadhouse looked when we first purchased it.  You will understand, then, how we have left part of our hearts right there, in the dust, dirt, paint, grease and grime.

Thanks so much for your interest!

Regards

Helen De Bruin

Farewell

Events and unforeseen circumstances have caused us to reassess and redefine our direction ahead.  The circumstances which have brought us to this point have been involved and complicated – just as things in life often are.   As a result, The Daily Pie Cafe is now closed and will no longer be trading as a retail pie shop.  

We’ve always endeavoured to be business like, but the bottom line is – there will always be the personal element, the heart, the human side which affects each aspect of one’s life.   

The increased workloads in our other businesses, namely Debco Engineering Pty Ltd and Metalsmithery, are too great to neglect and we currently find ourselves “All Hands On Deck”.

The development of The Daily Pie, - right from the date of purchase of the building; the renovations, additions, refurbishments – to the sheer delight each and every time a new batch of pies came sizzling and squeaking out of the ovens, has been an incredible adventure.   We are truly grateful to all of you who have supported us over this period, but now we must take the road less travelled. 

Sincerely,

The De Bruin Family

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost ~