Dad was a WW II navy veteran. He told me that one constant of a celebratory meal onboard his ship in the Pacific was lemon meringue pie. Throughout my life, Mom provided Dad (and us) with a home-made from scratch lemon meringue pie.
Withe the passing of Mom and Dad, nothing I found in stores compared with Mom’s pie. My friend Chrissy’s niece makes the grade now. This is today’s pie. When I ate a slice, I did it in memory of Mom & Dad.
Thanks, Chrissy. Thanks, Dee-Dee. You two make my Thanksgiving.
Ain’t nothing like toasted meringue.
My Mom’s & My Aunts pecan pies and Lane cakes. —heaven on earth ?
I did manage to get Mom’s Pecan pie recipe but the Lane cake got lost..
Funny how things can line up in our lives. I have a Sister we’ve called Dee-Dee all our lives long. She has a grown daughter named Chrissy. Our Mom always made lemon meringue pies…especially when our brother was coming home from the Navy on leave in So. California in the 1950’s.
I’m sure we’re not related, but it’s a nice coincident, I think.
Barb-
that’s a neat coincidence.
Funny how threads twist among our lives.
Incidentally, Dad and Mom lived in a chicken house converted into an apartment in California in the middle of WW II before he shipped out.
MC
I too lived in a chicken house that had been converted to a small house!
I rented it in ’78, my hubby and I were married in it in ’80 – 35 years ago yesterday as a matter of fact. It had been a chicken house during the depression, then a horse house, and eventually a little house to live in.
Amazing twists and turns! This is all in the State of Washington. We don’t live on the Western “Dark Side” anymore. Moved to North Central WA long ago. Still a blue state tho. Grrr!
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