Maybe My Parents Weren’t So Bad, After All

For years, the stories I told about them had a negative tinge. It’s time to revisit those stories.

For many years, whenever I saw the words “lemon meringue pie” in a cookbook or on a menu, I would be reminded of my mother’s favorite no-bake pie recipe, the one that included only three ingredients and tasted like a chemical smoothie.

Her devotion to this truly awful dish frequently came up in my conversations with friends about the odd things our parents did when we were growing up. The anecdotes I contributed over several decades became part of my virtual family album—an often critical, sometimes humorous portrait of the...

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