Jeni’s Ice Cream Strawberry Pretzel Pie
Dolly Parton’s Tennessee house is five minutes from mine. There are tour buses parked out front most days. My son always thought she was sending his Imagination Library books directly from her house to him. Knowing her altruism, he may not have been wrong. I didn’t correct him as he yelled, “Thank you for the books!” out the window when we drove past her house. It was a sad day after he turned six and the books stopped coming. Fortunately, it replaced by a new book reward: his own Pizza Hut personal pan pizza gift certificates. Frank Carney is no Dolly Parton, but it did soften the loss a bit.