Bev and I are camper-lovin’ gals. Give us a camper to sit in and we’ll be there. I have an old camper that is parked in the trees, and come warm weather I give it a sweep and wipe its surfaces and carry my “scrapbookin'” stuff out there for the summer. I’m not a serious scrapbooker but I do love images of every sort and tend to collect them. This way I don’t have to gather everything up when we need the surface in the house. It’s all there for me on the camper table when I have a minute or two to spend out there.
These photos were taken from my bench seat as we chatted in the camper the other evening:
The two lemon pies I made yesterday were dismal. The crusts had to be rolled out twice because they tore, so that would make them tough, I imagine, although there was no way to tell because the filling didn’t thicken. We had bowlsful of “puddin’ pie” last night and they tasted okay, but the dog is getting a treat today. Not a healthy one, but … she’s a dog, she’ll love it. I think.
Tomorrow she’ll get the other one.
It turns out the fillings were quite old, so that may have been the problem. Also, I need a lot more practice if I want to be a pie-gal. Do I really? Nope.