There’s nothing I like more than pie—pecan, coconut cream, rhubarb, you name it. Anything with gravy sends me into culinary ecstasy as well.

So, I felt perfectly at home eating my way through Ohio’s Amish Country, where I rejoiced in the buffet meals, invaded restaurant bakeries with a passion, and picked up fry pies and whoopie pies as I toured the countryside this spring. The Amish sure know how to make pie—and all the other old-fashioned comfort foods I like.

Besides reveling in stick-to-your-ribs fare in Amish Country, I stretched my culinary boundaries in Columbus, a foodie town if there ever was one. I nibbled and noshed on all kinds of artisan delectables, from pretzels to pizza.