By Ciara Hyatt, Cooking Columnist
I grew up in a very busy household. There were nine of us (five girls, two boys, and mom and dad). When we weren’t in church or in school we were at the Boerne Lake.
We lived in a small town in the Texas Hill Country, just outside of San Antonio.
Texas boasts of its crystal clear waters, and rightfully so. This particular lake was my favorite because it was very secluded and no motorboats were allowed so it seemed even cleaner than the others.