Hostetlers Bakery

Darren gave me half of a gob from Hostetler’s for lunch and it was so moist and good and delicious!!! Loved it. I’m dragging Darren there.

Once a week or so during the summer, a farmer’s market can be found in a parking lot in Beechview in a parking lot near the Fallowfield trolley station. The other evening, as I dismounted the train, I came face to face with a bearded man in a blue shirt, overalls, suspenders and wide-​brimmed hat that I assume was of the Mennonite faith.
Before him on a table sat a bevy of baked beauties. Cookies, muffins, gobs… Shoofly pie.
As I approached him, he asked «A workin’ man, are ya?»
«Yes sir. I just got done for the day.»
«Well, God Bless ya.»
«Thank you.»
«What can I do for ya?»
«Well, I have 4 bucks cash on me.»
«Oh, we can work something out.»
And work something out we did, the gentleman offering me a 50 cent discount on a small Shoofly pie and a chocolate gob.
Sweet Montgomery, was the pie treacly! Yet, I welcomed its wholesome, molasses-​derived taste and texture that adhered to the insides of my mouth like glue. It was similiar to a pecan pie without pecans and possessed a flavor that approached chocolate or Nutella. Its crumbly crust has no preservatives and doesn’t hold up well after a few days I was told, so eat it fast I did, half that evening and the other half the following afternoon with lunch.
The gob was dense, moist, and contained a sugary white frosting between the bisected ball of cocoa.
On the label it read «Hostetler’s Bakery» in capital letters complete with a street address and telephone number. I must make the pilgrimage for olden wonder and rural warmth surely await me there.