Apple Picking

So I was having a bad day, enough said. But Nanc is the perf pal and was like, "want to go apple picking?" yes. Because that's what you do on a perfect fall day, duh.

Also Nanc was a perfect wingman, because being me i totally couldn't help myself from climbing trees (how can you not?), and she was all, "hide! there's a truck driving by!"  

 We picked Cortland, a couple Macs, and Henry David or something (of the heirloom variety). Then we made Apple Crisp:

Or really Nanc made apple crisp and i peeled apples. 

It's really just peeled apples cut up with a heavenly cinnamon flour layer on top.

It turns out sour apples are the best for cooking, which was proven true by our heirloom bounty. While they were cooking mom was like, "why don't you make some of my home made hot chocolate and sit by the fire your dad made outside?"

It's good to be a Pappas.

So my mom went to the health raffle (i don't know the details or what 'health'), and won!

It's an ionizer.

me: what's an ionizer?
dad: it cleans things.
me: does it clean the counter?
dad: of course, it's an ionizer.
me: does it clean the floor?
dad: it's an ionizer!
me: does it clean furniture?
dad: it's an ionizer!
me: does it clean clothes?
dad: it's an ionizer!
me: what exactly is an ionizer?
dad: i have no clue.

actually no one here does, but we have one!

Meanwhile:

Some fucking delicious shit was concocted. If you think (or haven't yet experienced) just picked apples are delicious, try them baked with cinnamon. Throw some whipped/ice cream on top of that and it is "the shit!" Happy Fall y'all (ha, rhymes)!