An Apple a Day.
Fall is here in New England and it's shaping up to be a very pretty one. Chris and I decided that since BSparl is now more mobile and fun to take places (i.e. she only poops every other day, so we know we have one full day of "safety" while traveling), we'd give a go at her first apple picking adventure.
We sampled an apple or two before picking some, just to make sure we liked the ones that were on tap. (Once, Chris and I went to a berry picking farm and ate way more than we had picked and then we had stomach aches for the rest of the day but we were happy. /pointless story about berry theft)
There were golden delicious, red delicious, macoun, and smooshed apples everywhere. BSparl hung out with me in the Baby Bjorn, and I spent most of the afternoon making sure she wasn't being poked in the face by any branches. But she was amazed every time her dad climbed up into a tree to retrieve apples, because he would just shimmy up there. (I was impressed, too. Can't lie.)
BSparl is getting bigger, and walking around with her in the baby carrier is actually a bit of a workout. My blood sugars edged towards the lower end of the 90's all day long (I sound like a diabetes meteorologist - "Partly low with a chance of highs.") and I grabbed bites from an apple here and there to keep my blood sugars from crashing.
But now I'm faced with bags of apples on my kitchen counter and this increasing desire (but lack of knowledge) to make a pie ...