Some time ago a friend came over for dinner and brought a homemade rhubarb pie. It was delicious. I inhaled two pieces, complimented her baking, then launched into what I thought was a humorous lament about my own pastry making deficiencies.
“C'mon over and I'll teach you how to bake pies,” she said. . .
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