a man of simple tastes

pie and raisin-filled cookies are the way to my father's heart.

It's true. If you were meeting my father for the first time and you really wanted to impress him, all you had to do was make a pie (they had to be homemade, not store-bought) or raisin-filled cookies. Usually any kind of pie did the trick: peanutbutter pie, apple pie, blueberry crumb pie, sour cherry pie, any pie. The raisin-filled cookies were a little trickier. If they were bought, the had to be bought from a particular bakery in Lewisbury, PA: Keeley's. They had the best raisin-filled cookies. I think while we lived there while I was in high school, we bought a box of them at least every month. We would bring them home and then my father would stash them like a squirrel stashes nuts: they were his cookies. My mom's sister is one who makes raisin-filled cookies that every year at the family reunion/Christmas party, my father would try to steal the whole basket-full. Eventually she started making a double batch: one for the whole family, one for my father. And yet again, they were his stash.
While living in Lewisburg, Keeley's closed down and we mourned the loss of raisin-filled cookies. But I have heard that it has recently opened. Perhaps it is time to have another raisin-filled cookie.