My sister, when she isn't in Texas for the winter, lives not so far away in Kansas City, North. Her only son, on the other hand, lives way out in Kansas; and her two grandsons are in the Oklahoma City area. We don't see Maxine all that often, and we hardly ever see her son, grandsons, and their families. Her son, Larry, and his wife Deborah were in town with their granddaughter, Emalee. So Maxine invited us, as well as our daughter and her family, for a meal.
Rachel's girls blew bubbles with Em.
She's a bit shy. Her grandma wanted so badly for her to show us how well she could read (she's six), but no way was she doing that! She did give us all a big hug when we left, though.
My sister makes the best lemon pie I've ever tasted, and that's what I had for dessert at her house yesterday. She got the recipe years ago from the newspaper: Ann Landers' Lemon Pie. I could absolutely eat the whole thing, and I even thought about it as I drifted off to dreamland last night. Her daughter-in-law, Deborah, asked for the recipe and requested that she write in on a card for us. I'm going to share it with my readers under its new name, and in my sister's handwriting: Maxine's Lemon Pie.
Please don't invite me to your house if you're making this pie. I don't know when to stop, and visions of lemon pie haunt me for days afterward.
By the way, Maxine only uses fresh-squeezed lemon juice, not the bottled stuff.