I wanted to start using the strawberries that I had frozen from this past summer- both to enjoy the fruits of my labor (pun intended) and to clean out my freezer(s). I found a recipe for Old Fashioned Strawberry Pie and decided to try it for a dinner I was going to a few days ago. It was pretty darn tasty (if I do say so myself) and I brought home what was left so that Art could enjoy it, too. Because Art got home late, I went to bed before he finished his dinner (hey, it was 9:30 and I was tired) so I didn't get to hear how he liked the pie. The next morning, I found this note from Art on the kitchen counter:
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