Just Pixels

In a glorious display of post-birthday affection, my mom and grandma deftly handcrafted the mother of all pies today — the venerable Lemon Meringue. And whoa, it delivered. I laughed. I cried. I swooned. I thought gluttonous thoughts.

And for the meringue, my mom implemented the baking proverbs of ol' Martha's Mile-High Lemon Pie recipe. The end result? "A good thing."

Where would I be without Martha? I can't imagine my culinary life without her, much less the coincidental success of my stock portfolio.

But thanks Ma, Granny and of course, Martha.


Artful beauty.


I didn't really eat half the pie, though I seriously could, then IMMEDIATELY regret it.