‘That was the very last lemon pie I baked for you!’ I remember thinking this to myself. Jeroen, my husband, had just dissed my homemade pie. In front of my recently acquainted in-laws and other family members. It was on Easter, quite a few years ago.
Besides the ‘I’ll never bake you a pie again’, there was some more internal discussion I entertained myself with at the Easter table. Here’s some of the rumbling:
‘Granted, the shape of the pie is all but perfect, it merely resembles an imploded parachute with one side off. The taste is yummy though!’