*No dolls were harmed in the taking of this picture, nor was any little sister even remotely insulted. My daughter, who has never once in her life missed the opportunity to enjoy a good crisis, has recognized this an excellent opportunity for anguished visits with the Imaginary Doctor and dramatic vigils at the Imaginary Bedside.
Kristen is hosting a themed edition of Works-For-Me Wednesday today, and she's asking if we'd like to share a summer recipe. Mine is for strawberry pie, and I will happily share the recipe, but I WILL NOT SHARE THE PIE. If you don't believe me, ask the eight-year-old boy I tackled this afternoon when he approached my fridge.
I made this for a church picnic over the weekend; it makes two, which means I could take one to share and I could keep one at home for my family me.
So here it is, the pie which all other pies want to be when they grow up:
STRAWBERRY PIE
2 containers fresh strawberries, sliced and washed
2 pie shells (homemade, if you're fancy, store-bought if you're me)
17 oz Sprite or 7-Up
1 pkg strawberry Jell-o
1 1/2 cup sugar
5 tbsp cornstarch
Bake pie crust, set aside to cool.
In a sauce pan, bring Sprite, sugar and cornstarch to a bowl. Cook over low heat until it thickens (5-10 minutes).
Remove pan from heat. Stir in Jell-o until dissolved. Mix in sliced strawberries. Chill mixture in fridge for 20 minutes.
Remove from fridge and pour into two pie shells. Cover with saran wrap and chill for at least three hours before serving.
For more great summer recipes, visit Kristen at We Are THAT Family!
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We had three perfectly restful days at Ree's Lodge. Over the course of our time together, we ate entirely too much food and got way too little sleep. We managed to analyze what is wrong with the State Of Marriage In America, which era of Saturday Night Live was best, what might possibly happen in Iran, and why on earth we wore those clothes in the 1980's. Sophie, Melanie and I feel so recharged and pampered and well-fed that we briefly considered refusing to leave. But that would just be bad manners, so we sadly packed up and left yesterday afternoon.
Here are a few of snapshots of all the lovelies:
[First, a disclaimer: Compared to Ree's photos, mine look like they were taken with a cheap camera and by a bad photographer. Probably because I have a cheap camera and I'm a bad photographer.]
Below, the back deck. This is where we stood to sing rousing verses of show tunes from the musical Oklahoma. (Not really. Okay, really. But only once):
I'm not sure, but I think this pantry may hold the key to world peace:
Even dirty laundry smells good in here:
The view from the room where I slept:
I would like to report that the reason this guacamole is halfway gone is that I had been sharing it evenly and diplomatically with everyone else and NOT AT ALL because I shoveled half the plate into my mouth so vigorously that my skin has a green tint to it today:
A scrumptious dinner:
And (*sigh*) cinnamon rolls for breakfast, lightly flavored with coffee:
Signing off now, to go shop for some elastic-waist pants.
