I know I told you all there would be no more Derby pies...Well, I lied. I have no self control. It's my mothers fault.
I had to fix dinner for Mother's Day...and I had to fix dessert. A southern woman always has dessert...it would be rude otherwise.
So, the day before I had to make TWO pies. One to sample and make sure everything turned out OK ...the other to serve to my mom. So it's all her fault.
See...I can rationalize anything. Even the size of my butt getting bigger.
P.S. Those beautiful flowers? They're from my sweetie. Isn't he grand?
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