My kids were being turds.
Are your kids turds in public, especially?
Like....they hold all their crazy until you are picking
out turkey lunch meat and then they turn into
crazy-turkey-lurkies and you consider owning a taser for
this very reason.
those turds have to eat.
Picking out apples was like
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE
and we are on the "ask a friend" option.
Can't we all just get along?!?!
But, if you've been in the apple section lately of your lovely local Sprouts
you will become quickly aware that buying apples is a little like choosing a fine cheese these days.
Like Newton who was suddenly struck with the apple-on-the-head-hence-gravity epiphany I too had an equally life changing realization.
We are going to buy MORE THAN ONE KIND OF APPLE.
The Lloyd family picked out
4 DIFFERENT KINDS OF APPLES.
And so became
"Family Fun Night....How 'bout them apples..."
I took one of each apple, skillfully used my Pampered Chef apple corer-cutter and divided up those babies like a
teppanyaki sous chef.
Legit right here.
(Enter some sort of throwing of the gang-signs....er something)
Macy got all artsy-fartsy with a taste-testing record sheet and we got down with LLOYD MOUNTAIN APPLE TASTE TESTING.
The New York State
The Lady Alice
Here are the "survey" results.
And if you've actually stuck with reading this blog about apples, I've saved here for you the BEST FOR LAST!!
This is Steve's.
This is one of the gazillion reasons that I love this man.
He's funny business.