I lit the first fire of the season and these two little fart blossoms didn't move an inch! Truthfully, I can't blame them. You become completely paralyzed from the "toastiness" when you're next to one.
Man, it was such a picture perfect autumn day, I decided to bake an apple pie.
There is nothing like walking out your door, picking apples off your apple tree and using them in a homemade pie.
Just because my surroundings are picture perfect, doesn't make me the same.
When I bake or cook, I make a huge mess and dirty every dish, utensil, bowl and pot within a 10 foot radius. If Martha Stewart was to walk into my kitchen when I'm cooking, I'd need to use a defibrillator on her.
Also, the visual of my pie crust is umm... something to be desired.
It looks like I made it blindfolded and with my feet.
But I'm fine with that because I know it's going to taste delicious no matter hideous it looks.
We'll just have to eat it in the dark. ((giggle))
Happy Tuesday, all.