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but there's no shortage of irony.


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I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

= Jennifer =

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962



Belay That!

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors


I am a Blue Star Mother




Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

= Ralph Waldo Emerson =



The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were






Contributor to

American Cemetery

published by Kates-Boylston

A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.


Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson



When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks



 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.


Keep To The Code








You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts




Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

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That Dog Is Never Going To Move



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The case of the recalcitrant canine

Subtitle: Rizzo refuses to ramble.

This post falls firmly into the category of Recent Developments.

As in, Rizzo -- who has been basically walking me for many weeks -- suddenly and without warning, about ten days ago, decided not to walk, but to balk.


The first time it happened was on an ordinary day. We were in the habit of going walkies right around midday.

Our walk takes place strictly in our neighborhood, and, as its distance is approximately two miles, lasts about twenty-five minutes.

Rizzo's habit has been to begin jumping and expressing other signs of joy and enthusiasm the moment I appear dressed in the clothes I wear to walk.

So I'd harness him up and put on my hat and sunnies, and away we'd go.

He practically couldn't wait until the garage door was up to go bolting out into the sunshine and begin checking his messages.

I'd catch up with him in the side yard (that's as far as he'd get) after closing said garage door, and we'd start down the street.

He loved to apply the brakes every few feet in order to mark the random bush or mailbox, but other than that, Rizzo trotted ahead of me with pronounced alacrity.

Until that day, week before last.

We were not even to the halfway point -- where we round a circle and start back towards home -- when Rizzo became stationary. Positively inert.

At first I thought he wanted to leave a drop or two as a greeting for another dog. So I waited.

But he wasn't lifting a hair, much less a hind leg. He simply stood there, looking at me.

I tugged the leash and urged him with my voice, to get a move on.

He gazed at the space around him. And blinked.

I tugged harder. (He wears a harness so I was not pulling on his neck.)

Even so, I had to pull so hard that the harness nearly came off over his neck. Something it is not designed to do.

What is wrong with you? I demanded of my dog. I'd never seen anything like it.

Rizzo continued looking at me.

The more I tugged, the more mulish he became. I thought of a line from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, uttered by the cute pirate himself:

"That dog is never going to move."

Okay, I said. I'll carry you for three mailboxes. Then you're back on your own legs. Got it?

Rizzo made no reply as I heaved him into my arms.

We trudged along. Three mailboxes later, as promised, I returned him to the pavement.

The little sucker is heavy.

I know you're waiting with bated breath. Did he walk?

That would be an emphatic no.

We stood there for an amount of time, the length of which I don't remember.

I coaxed and I cooed. I attempted to reason with Rizzo, reminding him of how much he loves our walk. Because he appeared to have forgotten.

Finally I had no choice. Do you want to go back home? I asked him, turning as if to reverse our direction of travel.

Immediately Rizzo trotted out in front of me, tautening the leash. In that fashion, with his customary level of ambulatory involvement, he led me home.

Well I never, I thought as, back in the cool kitchen, I un-harnessed him. I'll have to look this up on the internet.

So I did, and what do you know? It's a thing. An actual thing.

It turns out that there are many reasons a dog may suddenly refuse to walk. 

There are the obvious ones: he has a sore paw or some other pain point (nope -- Rizzo makes nary a whine or a groan or a yip or any other indication that he is experiencing discomfort); he doesn't understand the concept of walking on a leash (nope -- it's usually his idea), it's too hot (nope -- temperature wasn't an issue), or he's afraid of something (nope -- unless bushes and yards scare him. I think not).

Or it could be that, just like humans tend to be, he's being lazy.

Yep. I think we have our answer.

Since that day, one time, Rizzo and I made it a fraction of the distance we reached the first time he balked.

Again, with no warning, he flat-out refused to budge until we started back for home.

I was denied my constitutional right to a constitutional that day, and I resented it.

So next time, I harnessed him up and tried to get him to go towards the door.

Not going to happen. He balked in the kitchen, refusing to walk even a few feet.

Today, I took the pictures that illustrate this post. I knew he wouldn't walk; these are purely for your benefit.

The first shot was taken in the side yard where he loves to spend several minutes prior to the walk (the one he'll no longer take).

The second was taken on the street just in front of our house; that's as far as we got before he began impersonating a mule.

The third was taken a few seconds later, when I suggested he go back inside while I took a walk without the privilege of his company.

You can see how well that notion was received.

He pulled me back up towards the garage and, just as he used to wait impatiently for it to open so that he could go out, he waited even more impatiently for it to open so that he could go back in.

I walked alone. I'm guessing that until further notice, that's the way it's going to be.

My lazy mutt, who used to live for walkies, is currently flaked out by my side.

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday


The back forty

Our momentous birthday/anniversary/Father's Day weekend has passed into history.

It has officially been forty years since TG and I tied the knot.

I mean, seriously. Forty years since that Georgia June day? I can't even.

But here we are, so let's have a show-and-tell post. I would not have you left out of the festivities.

First -- on Friday -- it was Dagny's fifth birthday. Yes; our baby shares a birthday with President Trump.


Five singles adorned the inside of a card from a precious elderly lady at our church.

But Dagny loved all of her cards -- even if they did not contain cash. Because naturally, even cashless, they accompanied a present.

For example, this Baby Alive from Andrew and Brittany.

Big hit.

As were any and all greeting cards that featured dogs.

As well as cards that do NOT feature dogs. This one was from TG and me, and was not stuffed with cash, and still elicited this reaction:

(On her birthday, Dagny gives a new meaning to the term "off the chain.")

Her new bicycle (from her mother) was technically not a surprise, but she was still excited to see it with two pink bows attached.

It's a big deal when you graduate from a scooter to a real bike with training wheels.

Everybody went outside to watch her take it for a spin.

Even with Uncle Andrew and Allissa as her wingmen, Dag still managed to fall and scrape her nose.

I remarked to Chad, standing next to me on the balcony, watching the scene unfold: Into every life a little rain must fall. He agreed and we laughed.

Poor Dagny! But then Mama kissed it better and the tears stopped.

Next up? Cake!

The plastic candelabra I got for a dollar fifty at Walmart held the candles at odd angles.

We just went with it.

They didn't have to be up there for long so it didn't matter.

Baby Alive kept a sharp eye on all of the proceedings.

I know; right? Creepy.

Then it was time to tuck in to that cake -- which Audrey had gotten for free from the Publix bakery, because when she went to pick up the cake she'd special ordered, no one could find it.

They hadn't made Dagny's cake at all. Audrey simply stood there and looked at the manager, who pretty quickly led her to the cake case and urged her to pick out a complimentary confection.

With their apologies.

No apologies were needed the next day, when we all trooped over to Andrew and Brittany's for our anniversary party.

I'd worked for days assembling props for our celebration.

In addition to taking my wedding dress along and hanging it in a window, I had dozens of framed photos and hundreds of photos in albums, for the kids to look at.

Forty years of memories crammed into frames and books. They loved it.

Since it was Father's Day weekend, lots of the pictures featured the children with their dad -- either individually or as a group.

There were flowers. Lots of pretty flowers.

We'd ordered forty red roses from Globalrose, and they sent fifty. So we had some extras.

That was fun. Next to a vaseful of the extra roses I sat one of our wedding invitations, framed.

Meanwhile, in his outdoor kitchen Andrew was grilling inch-and-a-half-thick bacon-wrapped filet mignons from the meat market. I'd let them bask overnight in a marinade of minced garlic and soy sauce.

Andrew had started the steaks in Brittany's oven before carrying them to the grill to finish. They were fork-tender in no time.

Along with the filets (there were burgers and hot dogs for the children) we had baked potatoes, a many-item salad bar, and deviled eggs. For dessert there was cheesecake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. And sprinkles.

(Where our Brittany is, there are always sprinkles for dessert.)

Everybody was there -- even Joel, who as a pastor is normally pretty busy on Saturdays, preparing for Sunday sevices. He headed home in the late afternoon, taking Little Andrew with him so he'd have a kid of his own on Father's Day.

It was an honor to have all of my children and grandchildren with us for the party.

Even that adorable grandbaby (it's a girl!) due to be born in December.

For the grandkids already among us, I'd bought giant bubble wands.

Speaking of  Little Andrew, he and Melanie were busy trying to beat one another at corn hole.

That was before Little Andrew decided it was time to suit up and make use of the swimming pool until time for dinner.

Rambo was free to roam the grounds and made the most of it. Maverick is too rowdy to be among so many people, so he was in his kennel for much of the day.

Rambo likes being the only dog around. And he likes to take it real easy on warm days.

After supper and before Joel and Little Andrew left for home, I gave the kids a test.

It consisted of twenty-five questions about their dad's and my romance, engagement, and wedding.

There were prizes of giant chocolate bars (fourth place got sugarless gum).

Stephanie/Joel and Erica/Chad tied for first place; Audrey came in third and Andrew/Brittany fourth.

It's all good. I am always amazed at how competitive my children are.

But they all did really well. It was fascinating to see which ones they missed, because I've been yammering about all of this stuff for their entire lives. Now I know who was pretending to listen and who was really listening.

Later, we all lolled in the pool and when it got dark, we sat around a blaze in Andrew's fire pit and ate roasted marshmallows. Some had s'mores. No one wanted to see the evening end.

On Sunday, our men were treated to breakfast at church while the ladies had Sunday School together.

During church, our pastor recognized TG and me. Our roses were on display in front. There was applause and there were many kind congratulations from our friends.

My dress had a Paris theme, an homage to my wedding gown which came from Paris, a creation of the French design house of the late Jacques Heim.

I also wore the same perfume as on my wedding day: Shalimar by Guerlain. But alas, unlike on my wedding day, I did not carry gardenias. They're too hard to find and once found, too much to pay for. 

At any rate, by then it was time to celebrate Father's Day.

With what steam we had left, we all set out for Cracker Barrel. It's just so easy to do. 

I had a gift for Andrew, who is celebrating his first Father's Day as a dad.

I don't go for this father-to-be stuff. You're either a father (or a mother) or you're not. And he is. To that as-yet-unborn little girl.

Our girls, together with their brother, gave their dad a new pair of golf shoes.

It was all he wanted -- if you don't count their love and respect, which he always has.

Speaking of wanted ... to mark this occasion, I wanted (and asked for, and got) a nine-stone diamond anniversary band. Inside, it's inscribed GJ Forty Forever.

TG let me pick it out. I love it. I've actually had it for several weeks. When we got engaged, I had to wait two months for my ring (it was basketball season). So I got this ring two months early.

We had a great time together at lunch on Sunday. And then it was time for Stephanie and Melly and Allissa to go, so that the girls could have some Father's Day with their own dad.

Allissa and Dagny are very close and it was hard for Lissy when it came time to say goodbye.

It's not even summer yet! Not until Friday. I promised Allissa at least one more visit before school starts in August for all of the children.

On Monday morning I was sorting through our cards and gifts. The children generously gave to a fund for a trip TG and I plan to take in the fall, to New England.

They also gave us a collage -- five pictures: one of each of the kids with their families, and one of TG and me.

Of all of the gifts given in this season, this was the only one that made me cry.

You see, I took all of those pictures, except for the one of TG and me, which was taken at Erica's wedding.

The kids each picked their favorite from among pictures I'd taken of them, to contribute to the project.

It was Erica who put it all together.

Shakespeare wrote in the poem Venus and Adonis: Love is a spirit all compact of fire. I would have to agree with the Bard.

And there you have it: Forty photos of our fortieth (and more) festivities. I think we can all agree that everything was celebrated with the proper amount of joy and gratitude, and maybe even with a bit of extra style.

As it should be.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


All aboard the five train


Happy Friday :: Happy Weekend

So far so good

This weekend, TG and I will celebrate our fortieth wedding anniversary.

Our children and grandchildren will be on hand to mark the occasion with us.

You know that we know how to do that! And that there will be pictures.

But first, Dagny will turn five. On Friday.

Everyone will be in the house for that too. There will be a pool party with pizza and popcorn and presents and -- no doubt -- a cake.

On Saturday, we're assembling at Andrew and Brittany's place for steaks and salad bar and various fixings and trimmings.

Plus more swimming and some reminiscing and, knowing us, another cake.

Sunday, in addition to being Father's Day, is our actual anniversary. All of our children will be in church with us.

Afterwards, we're thinking of going out for lunch -- plus more presents and additional reminiscing.

Who knows? Maybe even more cake.

And after that?

To quote Mary Hatch Bailey: After that ... who cares?


Happy Wednesday


D-Day Plus 75 :: Never Forget


Happy Thursday  :: God Bless America

Asked and answered

So, let me tell you about the funny things people say to me.

This comes firmly under the heading, Ask a Silly Question ... well. You know the rest.

Allow me to elaborate.

A couple of weeks ago I was at Dollar Tree, shopping for tutor teaching aids and gift bags and whatnot.

As one does.

Whenever in DT I cruise by the books, because it's often pretty cool what's available for a dollar.

This time, I scored a couple of hardbacks to give as gifts, and was nothing if not pleased with myself.

In due time I angled my cart into the only open line and waited for my turn to be rung up.

My books were among the last things to be placed on the counter, so when the cashier -- a young man -- picked them up, I was busy sliding my debit card into the chip reader.

Whoa! I heard.

Glancing up, I observed the cashier holding one of my books in front of his face, staring at its cover in apparent shock.

He looked at me. Did you get this here? he wanted to know.

? ? ? ? ?

I had to clamp my jaws shut to keep from replying No; I'm in the habit of bringing stuff that I already own -- or that I bought somewhere else on my way here -- into stores with me, so that I can pay for them twice.

Of course I did not say that. I merely assured the cashier that (of course) I had gotten the book there.

But -- sixteen ninety-nine? He continued to clutch the book and study its cover in wonderment. For a dollar?

Uhm, yeeees, I answered carefully. Have you never checked out y'all's book aisle? Lots of bargains to be had there.

He shook his head and, with obvious reluctance, placed my books into a yellow plastic bag. I really think he believed something shady was going on.

But nothing more was said on the matter.

Oh dear. Do educate yourself, I thought as I wheeled my dollar-store finds out into the sunshine.

(Yes; I am inwardly snarky. Deal with it.)

So then, something similar happened only last Thursday.

Dagny and I had gone shopping for Erica's birthday cake.

Now, what you need to know in advance is that this cake was for Erica's second birthday party. We traditionally celebrate her birthday on Memorial Day -- with a cake, balloons, presents, the whole nine -- and this year was no exception.

Everybody was there -- even my parents -- and we dined on homemade pulled pork barbecue, baked beans, deviled eggs, cole slaw, fruit salad, ice cold watermelon, and Chocolate Delight (recipe to come later).

For the birthday treat, we had an assortment of bundtinis from Nothing Bundt Cakes.

We also had a reprise of the Blender Lemon Pie -- it turned out even better than last time -- and because I promised to show you a picture of that, here it is:

I know; right? Yeah. It's good.

But on Thursday -- Erica's actual birthday -- those of us who were on hand decided to have dinner together (salad with barbecued chicken) and she wanted another cake.

Earlier that day, Dagny and I set out to run the errands necessary to make that happen. First we had to stop by Costco, to pick up my new glasses. 

Do you like them? Thanks.

Then we went to Aldi because strawberries were on sale and I also wanted raspberries and blackberries and a watermelon.

The plan was to take our berries and melon home to the fridge before setting out for Publix to buy a six-inch birthday cake and a balloon.

But because you can't go anywhere in our newly-remodeled Aldi without walking the gauntlet with fresh baked goods on one side and cookies and candies on the other, the cakes caught our eye.

Dagny was vocal about the fact that she really liked the look of that 7-up cake. 

I was enthusiastic about the idea because it was three ninety-nine and I know from experience that you can't go wrong with anything from the Aldi bakery aisle.

And I envisioned the luscious ring cake with juicy strawberries all down in the center, and even more on the side. 

So we got the cake and the berries and the melon, but alas they do not sell mylar birthday balloons at Aldi.

(BTW did you know that there is a national helium shortage? So weird. This is only a theory but it may be due to the fact that our Dagny, who will have been on this earth for five years on June fourteenth, sounds when she talks -- which she does more or less constantly -- as though she has just inhaled a small amount of helium. Not enough to make her feet leave the floor, but enough that her voice is semi-chipmunkish.)

Once back at the ranch, berries and melon safe in the refrigerator and the cake waiting on the countertop, Dagny announced that she didn't want to go with me to fetch the balloon.

Her mother was working on some things at my house, and Dag said she'd rather stay there.

The closest place to grab a balloon was Kroger, so off I went.

Once there, I decided to get even more strawberries, plus some red grapes and various salad items, which we run out of every few days because TG and I enjoy salads practically every night.

In the floral department, in addition to a balloon, I picked out a small bouquet of flowers for Erica.

I chose a balloon featuring birthday greetings from three begoggled, overalled, yellow thumb-shaped minions for my daughter, who is in her early thirties.

Let it never be said that we are not young at heart.

The balloon on its weight was secured to my grocery cart, where it floated overhead as I proceeded to the checkout line.

One of my items in said cart, along with the flowers and grapes and strawberries and lettuce and grape tomatoes, was the piece of cardboard in an envelope of clear cellophane, that had served as packaging for my balloon prior to its inhalation of helium.

The employee who'd decanted the precious helium into my balloon and affixed a length of spring-green curling ribbon to it, had said to present that card to the cashier in order to have my purchase rung up.

And, once it was my turn, the cashier (yet another young man) did that. But then, when all of my items had been scanned and it was time to pay, he paused.

Are you getting that balloon today too? he politely inquired, pointing in the direction of the floating minions.

? ? ? ? ?

No; I figured I'd just ask for it to be inflated with helium and then brazenly steal it, I wanted to say.


Uhm, yeeees, I said. And you've already rung it up.

He looked bewildered. He knew he had not scanned the birthday minions held aloft by helium in short supply.

Then the nickel dropped.

Oh! Oh yes! I remember now! he effused, gesturing towards the card encased in cellophane -- the one he'd scanned a few moments before.

Mmmmkay, I thought but did not say.

The cashier bagged my produce and I went out into the sunshine with my flowers, fruits, vegetables, and minions.

Later that evening Audrey, Dagny, Chad, Erica, TG, and I enjoyed time in and around the pool, a dinner of salad with barbecued chicken, and a birthday party complete with 7-up cake, strawberries, and Dunkin' Decaf coffee, on a table decorated with fresh flowers and a minion balloon swaying over our heads.

Isn't that special? And shall we now bring on the June birthdays?

I know. What silly questions.

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday :: Happy June


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Happy Wednesday

About that pie recipe

I promised you the recipe for Blender Lemon Pie.

When I saw this recipe on a cooking blog, I knew right away it was going to be a favorite.

On account of, it takes less than five minutes to throw together. A trained monkey could do it.

Certainly a five-year-old could do it. In fact, I'm going to teach Dagny to make this soon, to prove that.

I guess lemon desserts are my favorite -- even over chocolate, depending on the day -- so in addition to how easy it was to make, that was one huge thing in its favor as far as I was concerned.

I mean, when you make your own Blender Lemon Pie (which I just know you will), you'll agree that although it's anything but a fancy dish -- it could even be described as rustic -- its beauty and tastiness is impressively out of proportion with how easy it is to prepare.

So here you go:




4 eggs

1/2 cup butter, melted

1 and 1/4 cups sugar

1 whole lemon, quartered and de-seeded

Splash of vanilla extract

1 prepared (or store-bought) pie crust

Powdered sugar and lemon slice for garnish


Preheat oven to 350 degrees

Pat pie crust into pie plate and crimp the edges

Into your blender place eggs, melted butter, sugar, vanilla, and the entire lemon

Blend everything until smooth -- a few seconds is all it takes

Pour into crust and bake for about 45 minutes* or until reasonably "set"

(it will continue to set up while cooling)

Allow pie to cool thoroughly** before garnishing with powdered sugar and a lemon twist

*It took my pie about 55 minutes to get to the point where I felt it was just unset enough in the middle, to get all the way done while cooling. For the extra ten minutes, I placed a piece of foil over the top because the crust was exactly right after 45 minutes.

**I refrigerated my pie overnight.

I added the powdered sugar and lemon twist just before serving.


When I made the pie for Mother's Day, I forgot to take a picture of it. Apologies. I would have made another one just for this post, but then TG and I would have had to eat it and we don't have dessert except on special occasions.

No; I couldn't think of anyone to whom I'd give an entire pie. 

TG mentioned that this reminded him of lemon bars; it's basically a simple custard, but the lemon zing is very prevalent. It's nice and tart and plenty sweet.

Let me know if you make a Blender Lemon Pie!

Also I think it'd be fun to make it with limes (I'd probably use two), and to slather whipped cream all over the top. When I do that, I'll take a picture for you.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday