Never Made a Pie Before, but Decided I'd Start Trying While Visiting My Parents in Syracuse. Key Lime Pie it Was, with Yogurt Whipped Cream

I'd give myself a B+. Beth Boquet's was so miraculously good, that I don't imagine I'll ever match it. She was right...there are recipes galore online...it was finding the key lime juice that was difficult. In fact, all I could find was a bag of key limes and I had to squeeze 30 just to get a 1/2 cup of juice. It worked, though. Graham cracker crust. Yogurt, heavy cream, and maple syrup whipping for the top. Not quite an A, but I was close on my first try.

We had this after sliced pork, grilled Brussel sprouts, and a garlic butter tortellini dish with fresh parmesan. Not bad, and rather easy. It was a layered meal, and all that took time.

Cynde and I also assisted dad to the heart doctor, and after the PA scared them into the need of a pace maker, the pace maker surgeon's read was that a stint wouldn't help any and that he didn't think doing a procedure would do anything. The heart seems to be pumping fine on its own, even though it does take 3 second pauses from time to time (which is normal of 80-year olds). So, that scare quickly dissipated. 

Karal also got quality cousin time running out back, which they brought indoors when it started to rain. Temperatures are supposed to cool today, but then heat up to misery over the weekend...oppressive...repulsive...obnoxious. Oh, summer heat ways in the age of climate change. Joyful. The one thing I've learned from moving away from Kentucky, is that I don't miss those hot days. Yea, I was used to them while living there, but I much prefer the seasonal temperatures of the northeast. 

Okay, Friday. You've got some editing to do.