Last September when Rick and Brian went to Minnesota for a short canoe trip on the boundary waters, they stopped by our old stomping grounds and went to church in Detroit Lakes. They weren't the only visitors that Sabbath; an older couple from California were also there. They all got to visiting over potluck and starting connecting the dots . . . amazing dots. The gentleman was Rick's dad's college roommate and best friend, and best man in Rick's parents' wedding. He is also my dad's second cousin; his mother and my grandmother (who died a year ago at 100 years of age) were first cousins.
Rick gave them our number, and they called last weekend. They are taking a road trip from CA to British Columbia and back, and are stopping here overnight tonight. They insisted on taking us to dinner; I decided to make a dessert we can come back home to enjoy. I'm off to play with peaches; we're having fresh (not baked) peach pie! :-D
Edited to add this:
|Don't look closely at my crust. Pie crust and I are NOT on good terms.|
But sometimes it is worth the hassle.... ;-)