Not My Pie

My sister had cooled her lemon meringue pie on the porch overnight to keep from getting the moisture bubbles sometimes caused by refrigeration. When she brought it in and uncovered it, she discovered the golden balls sprinkled across the surface.

She is rarely unnerved by 'disasters' of any sort, so she placed it on the cloth which had been crocheted by our grandmother more than fifty years ago, announced that they were 'moon bubbles' and served Easter dinner!

I couldn't resist adding the pristine blossoms from my Cherokee Rose to snap this picture. I've served many lemon meringue pies in the past, but I was sorry this one was not my pie!

BushStrokes (c) AAB