STRAWBERRY chiffon pie was the first pie that Nanny baked for me. She was neither good at baking nor cooking. It was her greatest frustration. But she was determined to make something for me. It was like a reward for staying strong every time news about my parents would be shown on TV. The first pie she did was not perfect. Its shape was hilarious.
But I still ate it merrily because I knew she put her heart in it for me. It was too sugary in the beginning but the happiness written on her face while watching me finish the pie made it the sweetest pie for me.
Nanny baked as often as possible and its taste got better and better after a while until it became my favorite even if I was really not into pies. Maybe because I knew that ‘that’ pie was something that was made only for me. It felt
