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Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.

Finally!
My husband, Josh, loves to tell jokes. Some times elaborate and most times inappropriate. This is his current favorite. Two simple sentences that pack a big punch. Trust me when I tell you it slays with the food crowd –slays (especially after midnight).

Ice Cold Summer Desserts
Photography by Chia Chong Styling by Libbie Summers Recipes by Libbie Summers and Brenda Anderson Models: (in order seen) Anna Heritage, Candace Brower, David Bucey The mercury is going up […]