  i think i'm afraid of key lime pie. seriously. not like "oh my god, a pie coming at my head" afraid - maybe intimidated is the right word. i read a really divine urlLink book this summer that included a to-die-for recipe for key lime pie - ever since then i've been craving it. did i eat a lot of key lime pie prior to, say, june? no. actually, the last time (and really only time) i recall having it was when i was 13. my grandparents took me out to dinner with their next door neighbors and the neighbors' divine grandson scott (that's another story) and he and i shared a piece of pie.
i remember it being divine. that's my last key lime experience until this summer. after reading the recipe, i immediately began CRAVING this pie - i would check the menu everywhere we went - i searched the grocery for key limes - but when i had the chance to eat the pie, did i?
no.
i've come up with some lame excuse every single time. today i had a key lime square from a moveable feast.
it wasn't what i was hoping for - but it was good nonetheless. i decided it was ok that it wasn't perfect because it wasn't, after all, the pie. do i always set such ridiculous standards for myself? the answer? yes. so i've got the new site and i'm getting to work and i haven't had any remarkable brainstorms but i'm trying.... backBlog('024','what brings meaning') urlLink Feedback 
