apples?

momma fish and i used to ask the simple question, "apples?" anytime there was a lull in the conversation, or if someone said something so ridiculous there was nothing better to say.  it would usually send us into a fit of giggles.  who in the world knows why it started, or why it was so funny.

dear husband knows this story, and has since taken it into his own language - often asking the simple question, "bacon?" at the most random or inappropriate times.  it's not quite as giggle-worthy, but it always makes me smile.

so getting back to apples...

mom gave me a huge bag of apples from the farm.  they are the ugliest apples i have ever seen.  they are all from the same tree - but some are green some are red some are odd shades of maroon... they are covered with freckles and bruises and other imperfections.   

but after an hour of work (scrubbing, peeling, coring, slicing, boiling, and food processing), and some added sugar they have become some delicious homemade applesauce.  

oh my god - so good.