Since my first trip to Wade’s lake house, the majority of my weekends involve his place in some fashion. Swimming, porch hanging, grilling, vegetable planting, guitar playing, ridiculous song singing – it’s the best of times among the best of company. Seriously, the best.
And to show my appreciation for including me in all the goodness, I try to always bring something totally homemade and completely yummy for the boys to munch on. This also gives me the opportunity to be the baker I love to be without consuming ridiculous amounts of baked goods myself. A winning situation if I ever saw one!
A few weeks ago, I asked Wade for dessert requests. He said lemon meringue pie. I said easy. He said really? I said oh yeah, I’ve got this!
You see, I‘ve been making lemon meringue pie, crust and all, since I was a wee one. I still believed in Santa but could bake a mean pie. True story.
I whipped it all up and headed slowly to the lake, aware of even the smallest of turns, bumps, and hills. I may have added an extra ten minutes to my journey, but the pie arrived in perfect condition, which completely validated my overly-cautious behavior.
Thanks a million Wade for another perfect day!
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