Why the cold weather? Is it really necessary?
My heart goes out to those in the north that have to live with this every winter.
I’m a Gulf Coast kind of girl. Which means I am not used to sleet and portable heaters and sleeping with fourteen layers of clothing.
And I’m certainly not accustomed to frozen pipes.
The one night I forgot to leave my faucets dripping in Auburn, the temperature reached the teens and the pipes froze. So I spent my morning frantically brushing my teeth with bottled water. At least I had already prepared my coffee the night before–that’s the important thing. Poor Sarah was outside on the phone with Dad all afternoon trying to fix it. I got home a couple hours after she did and I knew I had to leave or I would go crazy. After all, I’m pretty fond of taking showers, which simply wasn’t possible at the time.
So I packed my little vintage luggage in five minutes and headed home to see my parents with anticipations of warm weather and running water.
I got the running water, but…it’s cold down here. Not as frigid as Auburn, though. When I was almost home, sleet began hitting my windshield. Two minutes from the bay and there’s ice falling from the sky. Goodness. But Mom and Dad always make it so nice when I come home, complete with a warm fireplace and freshly baked cookies.
Mom and I did a little browsing at the mall yesterday and later I got to see my sweet (and very well dressed) friend, Meagan!
It was nice catching up over hot coffee. That’s my favorite way. If only we had a slice of pie to go with that…
I took care of that today.
I always talk about enjoying the moment and not longing to be in a different place in life…but I wish it was springtime. Oh so badly.
So here is a little preview of sunshine and sandy beaches and white linen pants..
Lemon meringue pie to ease the soul.
This has always been one of my favorites because my Granny makes it perfectly. Every time I indulge in a slice I think of being with her. Mine will never ever ever taste as fantastic as hers, but oh well! I try. I love you, Granny. And I love your lemon meringue pie.
Since I have some French homework to do before watching Downton Abbey tonight, I mixed it up a little and used a shortcut pie crust. It is ridiculously easy. I felt like I was cheating. No cutting in butter, no rolling, no chilling. Just mix, press into the pie plate, and bake!
Ahh, I love this pie. I was never a big fan of meringue – I always preferred whipped cream – but for some reason this meringue is enjoyable to eat. I’m not guiltily wiping it off to the side. I guess that’s what happens as you get older. I’ll actually eat raw tomatoes now, which is, frankly, a major milestone in my life.
I’m sure Joey would like meringue.
And lemon pie.
How about you?
(By the way, the pipes un-froze about two hours after I left. Oh well, everything happens for a reason. I got pie out of the deal!)