In honor of this being her last night at home before she goes back to school tomorrow, my fourth-born baked a homemade blueberry pie.
In honor of her homemade blueberry pie, fresh and warm from the oven, I took a brief hiatus from my no-sugar, no-carb eating regime and indulged in a piece. With vanilla bean ice cream.
Oh, the sweet, juicy berries that taste of sunshine and summer.
The flaky, delicate crust, ever so thin and crisp.
The cool taste and soothing texture of the cream.
It was a little plate of heaven.
And now I am going to miss her more than ever.
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Definitely worth the hiatus!
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