pitchers tuck by buddy don: healin power of bakin

whenever them steroids kicked in n give me a lil peace frum the pane n such lack, thay wudnt a hole lot i wuz reddy to do. in a purrfeck worl whar thay wudnt no migraines, mayhap i wood be pushin that thar novel i wrote name of shoot the devil, witch ye kin read more bout that deal here.

but lack innybidy that sits at lifes tabull, i gut to play the cards thats bin dealt me. so one thang i kin do almos in my sleep is cook, witch thay aint hardly nuthin i lack inny bettern in life. lucky fer me, i gut that birtdhy present of a stand mixer i menchunned a while back n miz bd wonted sum lemon muhrang pie. so i tuck the challenge, even tho i hattent never made one before. the furst one cum out rite tasty, but we couldnt wait fer it to set up sos i could git ye a good pitcher of it. so durin the nex brake in the migraine tortchur, i fixed a nuthern n insisted it wood live over nite in the icebox.

here's how it cum out:



on thisn, ye kin see whar the pie let offn a lil moistchur ...


corse, the eatin is the reason of pie ...




it disappeard ere i could git a nuther pitcher of it!