It's the Spirit of Apple Picking that Counts

For the past three years, my hubby Andy and I have ventured out of the city to pick our own apples. Since it's just the two of us, we always pick way more than we can eat. And so Andy somehow convinces me every year to try and make an apple treat. Now, we both know that the only thing I can bake are chocolate chip cookies - and they are darn good cookies if I do say so myself! But that's it. That's all I got. I tell him I have other talents but he insists...

SO, the first year I attempted an apple pie that just went horribly wrong. Period. Year two, I tried apple pie's kinder sister apple crisp. Still, it tasted like cardboard which I didn't think was possible. And this year, while I insisted that I don't make anything, Andy's relentless persuasion resulted into me caving in and attempt what I thought would be the easiest apple project of all - caramel apples. But as my luck goes, I burnt my hand and the caramel and candies just melted off the apple, leaving a pool of candies swimming in caramel on the plate. After I let a few tears of frustration drop, we decided that even though I will never be the fabulous baker, it's OK! We'll just do it our own way and lick the caramel off the plate. :-)

My outfit: stripped shirt, Target; white tank, Express; gray jeans, Paige; boots, Etienne Aigner; sunglasses, Ray Ban