While growing up, my family would occasionally stop after church for lunch at a neighborhood diner. When my daddy pulled into the parking lot, all of us kids went crazy with excitement because back then, eating out was a special treat and it didn’t happen often. Of course there were restrictions, my parents limited all five of us kids to choose just one item for lunch with water to drink. The choices were usually a cheeseburger or a piece of pie, but never both. For my siblings, this was always a difficult decision, but not for me. Desserts were then and continue to be, a major love of my life. I always chose pie, chocolate cream pie precisely. I loved its flaky crust, creamy filling and the homemade whipped cream topping. It was always delicious and I never once regretted my decision.