Sunday morning our entire household sleeps in.
Looks like Princess Peanut is awake.
I woke up Sunday and leaned over to give the counselor a kiss, but he was gone. This was unusual. I knew he wasn’t at work, so where was he?
Around 9:00am, the back door opens and in comes the counselor, sweating from the already 100 degree temperature. He’s carrying a gigantic box full of apples.
About 4 years ago, we planted an apple tree in our backyard. The tree is a hybrid of three different types of apple; granny smith, golden delicious and yellow transparent. A neighbor with a green thumb said this type of apple tree grows great in
“He was right,” I thought as I stared at about 1,000 apples.
My first thought when I saw the box of apples was “What am I going to do with all those apples?”
In other words, the apples stressed me out.
The box of apples was placed on the floor by the table and that’s where they sat for almost a week.
Every time I walked by the box, it was like the apples were mocking me.
“We’re going to have brown spots before you know it and instead of dealing with us you’re doing laundry,” they said.
“What do we have to do get you to notice us? Please do something with us” they cried.
Alright, already. I hear your pleas. I’ll make you into something special.
Finally, I was able to make peace with the apples.
Applesauce chocolate cake
No more apples mocking me. I'm too busy eating.