Then you've got to buy the apples. Preferably at the Farmer's Market.
Where you'll see a bike you've just GOT to have, because of course, everything you buy would fit in that perfect little basket.
And there will be bright and sunny flowers that would look great on your table...
But remember that you came for apples, so go buy your apples and go home. But buy a pumpkin and cream cheese muffin first, because it's going to be de.li.ci.ous.
And when you get home, try out the cute little bowl your mother just picked up for you, because it looks so lonely when it's empty...
It's not that Duncan loves apples or new bowls, he just loves to scratch his chin on anything nearby, in an attempt to distract you from a certain "too much apple crisp-eating coma".
Remember that your Husband is helping you to take pictures, and stop yelling at him for taking ones of you, because you can just delete them later (ah-ha!).
Wash the apples...
Peel the apples...
Cut them up and pour them out...
And this? Well, you can just ignore this:
Yes, it's a potato masher. So sue me. I thought that just maybe it would work. That just maybe it would cut up my not-soft-enough butter and I wouldn't make a mess. *sigh* I don't think I have a picture of the part where the Husband cleans up the kitchen as penance for taking pictures of me...
Meanwhile, someone has be patiently waiting for you to stop baking and play with him...
"I brought you my tiger toy 15 minutes ago and it still hasn't moved."
"Puh-leeease?"
I think in exchange for not getting to play he may have had some ice cream. Oh wait, of course he had ice cream, or else he'd stare at you as if you'd just informed him "dogs don't eat ice cream anymore".
Mmmmm... enjoy your apple crisp-eating coma.
