Most of my family's road trips involved delicious meals at various stops, but one of my Dad's favorite memories is of the three of us kids (two older brothers and me) eating for the first time pie not made by Mom. We all made faces as we realized that the crust was cardboardy, the filling too sweet and gooey with too little fruit, etc ... My bothers had apple pie and lemon meringue, and I had cherry pie. Yeeeeuch! We stuck to Mom's pies after that and ate ice cream or cake for dessert at restaurants

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