Key-Lime-Pie. Three words that mean summers in Florida. Bouncing between alligator farms and beaches. Dinners in road side diners with a dessert that was always Key Lime Pie.
This is the bread of breads. I’ve watched grown men eat an entire loaf in one sitting. It could make them cry. I’m not kidding.
For women, it’s even better…
What happens when rosemary has a heated affair with olive oil, flour, some sugar, and eggs? She has a wonderfully fragrant and delicious poundcake-like lovechild. Recipe on my blog.