I had no idea how many tries it would take to come up with a good version of the recipe, so I bought far too many limes just to be sure I wouldn’t run out. I went to the store looking quite frightful (with dirty, greasy hair no less) and doing everything I could to avoid attracting attention. And just my luck: my bag broke on the way out of the store. Thirty limes were rolling everywhere and all eyes were on me. At least the pie turned out delicious, and it only took me two tries to come up with something good. I guess I’ll be making limeade in the next couple of days.