Pi Day

So, here's one reason why I don't make pies very often...I'm intimidated by my daughter. Look at this cute pie she made for "pi" day... 

Pie Baking...

As many of you know, my pie baking skills have been limited at best. However, I am learning a little at a time. At least once a year, I bake a pie for my friend Bev. She absolutely loves lemon meringue pies, so I attempt to bake her one for her birthday each year. This year's turned out a little better than last year's. We took it with us to Breckenridge today, where we went to see the International Snow Sculpture contest. We took a lunch to eat in the van, and then pulled out the pie for dessert. It was a little warm, so didn't hold together real well, but the taste was REALLY good...nice and tart and not too sweet. I'm still learning...still want a pie that looks great when you cut it also...I'll keep working on it...maybe next year...but I think we definitely got a thumbs up on the taste, so that's a good thing!

 Not bad for my limited pie baking skills

Bev loved it!

Does my family get tired of cakes?

Well, I suppose that depends on who you're talking about. My husband will eat anything, as long as it's laying around--that includes cake scraps, or any other cake I may have around at the time. My son in law probably will eat most of my cakes also. However, when my kids were younger, we all got a bit tired of eating cakes, myself included. Birthdays were a treat for both the kids and myself, as I would take them to Marie Calendar's and let them choose any pie they wanted. So the treat to me was that I didn't even have to do any baking--imagine that. It wasn't that they didn't like my cakes; it was just that there were always so many around that we just needed something else. When my two sons were teenagers, their friends would come over expecting to find cake scraps left over after I had finished a wedding cake. One time a friend came over asking for cake scraps, and I had just dumped them into my large garbage sack in my baking kitchen. That didn't seem to make a difference to him. He went to the garbage sack, dug them out, and proceeded to eat. I believe only a teenage boy would do that.