In 1987, Eileen, sun-browned and barefoot, exchanged her gardening skills and the Capability Brown moniker that was emblazoned on the side of her old Bowen Island truck, to follow the first urgings of her 'inner baker.'

I saw her one warm moonlit summer night, a night that was alive with the scent of honeysuckle and mock orange. She was walking down the Orchard lane carrying a lemon meringue pie upturned on one palm. It truly was a thing of beauty. I didn't know her then, but I named her: she was the Queen of Hearts.
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