May 8, 2012

Hunter-gatherer vacay style

The hunt for really excellent Key Lime pie took us out of Islamorada and down the road towards the Keys to a little place my husband heard about by the side of the road.  Can I share the name?  Would if I could.  The pie is eaten, the scrap of paper long trashed, our memories are mostly a collage of blue upon blue, a hot sun, some perfect aqua blues of small homes near a trailer park, and a cat that said hello briefly and then left to go about its Florida cat business.
The pie was good.

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