I’ve been without a kitchen for a week and a half and things are not going well. The kitchen is coming along just fine. I am not going well. I am seriously getting desperate. I need a peanut butter pie. It’s practically a health food with all that protein in it. And I believe in being healthy. So I need one.
Yesterday, I visited the home of a sweet friend and I swear if I had brought my purse I would have stolen her lemons. They were so pretty and yellow and, oh my goodness, these lemon meringue pie bars? I must make them. I must!
I’m turning into a crazy person here.
Must.bake.something.delicious.
Only three more weeks to go.
Do you think reading cookbooks will help or hurt? I’m on the fence.