I was a little surprised how keen on blueberries Milo is, since they can be a little tart if not completely ripe. But needless to say, the pie version was an even bigger hit. He didn’t make a peep all the time it took him to spoon up his piece, dabbing it on his belly and cheeks and forehead in the process. He even liked the crust, but no wonder, it was made with lard. We can’t find Crisco here. and I figure lard is no worse for our health than hydrogenated vegetable oil. The lard crust’s perfect tender/crispy flakiness even elicited a special compliment from Jeremiah, so perhaps it’s time we again embrace this maligned fat. The happiness hormones (neurotransmitters??) will surely counteract the hardening arteries, right?