

Once we got home she had a very large bottle, a semi large poop and a nap and all was right with the world once again.
Once we returned home I realized my mother bought all of her apples for me and we had bought our own bag as well. Now, I was to make apple crisp for everyone and I had way.. WAY... too many. Yet, baking I did and turns out it has been a while but it was delicious anyway.
I made apple crisp to begin with, something I have made since I was a kid but unfortunately my ancient Betty Crocker cookbook from the 50's still holds my mothers claim so thank goodness for the internet. I found it. After about half and hour of coring and peeling by hand I got to the mixing and sampling.
It came out beautifully and once again my home smells like a grandmothers house.
I followed the apple crisp up with a lovely apple pie. What I am going to do with all this food now? I don't know but hopefully it will keep me away from the Halloween candy that has been calling my name since I brought it home.
Am I the only one that buys a bag that never makes it to actual Halloween night?

Days like this make me feel lucky to be me and that wasn't always the case. Just had to look a little harder to see it.
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