These are tiny lemon meringue pielettes, a word which I've never heard before but am sure already exists, and yet I'm so sick of the Internet being such a know-it-all that I'm not even going to check.
Mara wanted to bake last night, but it had to be something cheap and something that we could easily give away. But did it have to be so awesome ("awesome" is to be sung in a quivering non-professional falsetto a la Missy's "nigga" in Get UR Freak On)?
I have a hard time remembering that I love homemade lemon desserts. I would never in a million years order something lemony off a restaurant menu, but it's a whole 'nother story when Timmy puts on her oven mitts and starts a-whippin' them egg yolks or however that whole baking thing works (actually I'm pretty sure she doesn't have the mitts on while she's a-whippin').
I guess what I'm saying is...we need you all to live closer. Andy and Valentina had to eat like 15 of these things straight out of the oven. I had a couple too. And then again this morning.