June 3
I am a horrible person. I can't believe I'm going to admit what I did, even in here, where no one but me will ever see it.
To be fair, I had good intentions. I really wanted to make a homemade cherry pie for Gus. The thought was there. Even the effort was there. I went to Publix and bought all of the ingredients, a pie plate to bake it in, and a rolling pin. (I'm pretty sure Frank and I had one that was never used, but I left it behind, along with all of my other non-essential kitchen helpers. Welcome to life in a trailer.)
I had been so proud of myself because I planned to make the crust from scratch. I had looked longingly at the pre-made crusts in the refrigerated section of the grocery, but I decided not to take any shortcuts on this, no matter how tempting they were. I had a
