“As I entered the kitchen a haze of white flour permeated the air.
And through the haze I discerned a solitary figure in an apron. She shreiked, (to her weary husband)
‘I need more unsalted butter!’ I pulled on my coat and deposited myself into the dark, foggy, misty evening.
Grumbling under my breath I said ‘This is my THIRD trip to the grocery store!’ I thought to myself, ‘What a guy will do for apple pie.’ When I arrived home the flour covered baker was sitting in dismay and said “I really think I should do this in the morning.” I turned away and sighed with relief.”
Great post, Joe!
Ha! Ha! I lived in the country for 40+ years and hated it when I was missing ONE ingredient when I was making something as there was not nearby store. Usually I found a substitution but it sometimes just wasn’t the same. Live and learn… ;0)
Looks perfect, Marcia! Wish I could taste it. Over here in Southern Utah, many of the apple and pear trees are loaded with fruit.