In a supreme act of mercy, the clouds rolled in yesterday and cooled things off around here. It’s like waking up from a drugged sleep to finally have cool air wafting into your bedroom window in the morning...my brain functions better, I see better, I’m taller, I weigh less and my skin clears up, just like that. Bam!
Yesterday we drove up to Apple Hill and brought home something for me to do.
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The crock pot awaits.
I see apple butter on the horizon.
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Yipee!
I want my apple butter on awfuls!
(I think you mean waffles there, don’t you squirt?)
That’s what I said.
Awfuls!
Yummy!
(Obviously, it started when she was quite young.)
What started?
(Oh nothing. Nothing at all.)