alex, my boyfriend, brings home a lemon meringue “tart” this evening. it is officially a “tart” and not a “pie”, according to my new jersey born and raised [and occasionally diner fed] perspective, because it is not very tall. still, something about lemon meringue – tart, or otherwise – makes a little jersey shine in my heart. happy birthday, heart.
:] & thanks for the tart, a.