I broke down and bought lemons on my way to the airport so I could take good lemons to my dad and make a lemon meringue pie. My dad is doing an amazing job of cooking meals and cleaning things up at the house. He was a very willing helper when I was making the pie - it really is a two person gig. He does the meringue and I do the filling. We haven't ruined one yet!
I did a lot of baking as a kid at home - and everything needed frosting. My dad would come in from outside - and never fail - his finger would go straight across a beautifully frosted cake or brownies or something (really, who could resist?!)...so there goes his finger once again: across the nearly perfect meringue.
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