I made lemon meringue pie. (but not this one)
Prior to our marriage, I had never made a lemon meringue pie. Since our marriage, I have made exactly four. One for each November 16 and as well as each Thanksgiving that we have spent together.
Eric isn't a big cake guy. Oh, he's willing to eat it, but he'd much rather have lemon meringue pie.
Interestingly, when I was growing up, my mom would often make pecan pie (but not this one) on March 2 (my father's birthday) rather than birthday cake.
This and other commonalities make me honestly wonder sometimes if I married a reincarnation of my father (not in a weird reverse-gender Oedipus way or anything though). Of course, my father is still alive, so he can't very well be reincarnated, so that theory doesn't really work now, does it?
I like Eric's birthday. Mostly because Eric is very easy to please. I make him a lemon meringue pie, encourage him to take the day off of work, treat him with a little TLC, and throw a few* gifts his way, and he's in seventh heaven. This year carried the added benefit of a lesson-free Family Home Evening of course, so that probably made things even better.
The other reason I like Eric's birthday is that from now until March, I'm only one year ahead of him in age instead of two. Call me vain, but I like that.
And that's pretty much the report.
Aren't you glad you stopped by today?
[pie images can be found here.]
* By "few", I really mean "few". This year's offerings were comprised of:
- a toolbox that Eric had already purchased for himself a month ago,
- a larger waste paper basket for the man room,
- these (that were going to go to Spencer (who is seven) for Christmas if Eric hadn't wanted them)