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Strawberry Rhubarb Pie (Brian)

A trip to the Tigard farmers market this morning paid off with a half flat of super sweet strawberries.  Their sweetness sealed their fate to be married to tart rhubarb in a pie.  In a few hours they will be joined by the best man, a butter crust, and the maid of honor, vanilla ice cream, and Tom and I will hold the wedding party of their (short) lives for the lot of them in our mouths and stomachs.

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  1. EnJuly 4, 2020 at 2:10 AM

    HAHA! I love this! There's sounds like a match made in heaven! Also, that lattice is perfection!

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  2. JeffJuly 22, 2020 at 11:56 AM

    Truly a marriage made in heaven,

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