San Geraldo baked his indescribably incomparably excruciatingly beautiful and delicious lemon merengue pie. We enjoyed it and, Tuesday, the day of my doctor’s appointment, we decided to split the remaining half between us, as dessert after lunch. (His idea, not mine.)
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When I started to feel a bit “off” later that afternoon, I assumed it was a combination of anxiety and pie. (That’s what I get for taking my cue from San Geraldo.)
By the time the evening was over, I knew it was a stomach virus (see yesterday’s post).
What a waste of lemon merengue pie.
The Merengue with Celia Cruz — What my stomach did Tuesday night…