Here are some pictures of the three--yes, I said three--tarts that Becky made on Sunday. I was so full from our delicious salmon dinner that I didn't have any room for dessert, and (like an idiot) I declined to take any home with me. What was I thinking?
(Granddad is probably rolling over in his grave. How could he possibly have a granddaughter who would say "no" to pie? After looking at these pictures, I'm really wondering
that myself.)
