Love, Lemons, and Limes

The first time I visited my now-husband Robert’s parents, Sylvia and Bob, at their home in South Central Los Angeles, we already had a business plan in the works for our first pie shop. It would be an under-statement to say my late father-in-law was enthusiastic about the idea. He had a massive sweet tooth and a scheming entrepreneurial spirit, so the concept of a pie enterprise hit all the right notes. He got so much vicarious pleasure and pride out of our plans that he created a celebratory signature for the end of all his texts. It read, “PETEE’S PIES in NYC!!!” sandwiched between all the fruit emojis.