My grandmother served chocolate meringue pie after Sunday dinner each week, usually with an apology it was "too runny" or something else was wrong with it. Of course, it was never less than perfect!
I've been married for 22 years, and my husband and I have two daughters (18 and 15). When I was expecting for the second time, I had a craving for chocolate and baked this pie often.
One morning, as Cecil was leaving the house, there was half a pie on the counter...which I quickly finished! I was so embarrassed I made another one and left just half—I wanted Cecil to think I'd had the willpower not to touch even a piece of pie. It was years before I could tell him what I'd done. How we've laughed about it since!