We went apple picking. I say that like it’s a confessional because everytime I go apple picking, I feel like a spoiled glutton. Me and the kids, walking treelined aisles. Picking plump little apples from weighted boughs. Stealing taste after taste of their crisp-crunchy fruit.
If that sort of saintly activity makes me feel like a glutton, imagine dipping those pure, perfect fruits into a warm pot of peanut butter caramel. It’s enough to make a girl feel downright naughty.
But, oh. Sometimes naughty is so nice.
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And, aren’t you just lurrrving those red & green caramel apple sticks? They are actually hard plastic straws, purchased in the hula-party section of my local Hobby Lobby. So fun!