I had her in the Snugli and then put Homestar on over her and myself, making me look about 20 months pregnant. Or maybe like an upside down turtle. I'm not sure what I looked like, but it wasn't pretty with her in my hoodie, my hair wet and all down in my face, no makeup (of course, I only wear makeup like, what, once a month?) and me and all of my 5'3" self trying to reach the apples that were way out of reach.
We went with a girl from our ward and her two kids. The kids caught on pretty quickly that they weren't supposed to pick up the nasty apples from the ground. And am I gross that I like the sound that the apples on the ground make when you step on them? I think it's one of the coolest sounds and feelings. I love hearing the crunch and feeling it explode under my foot. Well, I guess it is weird that the next time we go apple picking, I want to go when it's raining again. It was just so much fun in the rain!
In the end we picked 92 lbs. of apples. The girl we went with is going to do an applesauce demonstration for our Relief Society cooking club Wednesday night and then if people want some of the jars, they can buy them from her.
Before we left I had to buy a quarter peck of Jonathons. They are my favorite apples because they are CRISP and TART! Love 'em. But one thing about apples, after I eat one, I'm STARVING! What is it about apples that makes me hungry? You'd think that eating healthy wouldn't make your stomach rumble in empty agony. . . . As I was walking up to the register I saw the plums and grabbed some of those, too. And then at the register (they are so evil putting all these yummy things in one place) they had flavored honey sticks for twenty cents so I picked up three raspberry flavored honey sticks for the kids and Nathan. While they taste good, I don't do honey. No reason why. I just don't.
I used to really not like apples. I'd eat them when I had to, like when there's nothing in the house but a box of baking soda in the fridge, but I always had to spread peanut butter on them. When Nathan and I were first married he got some Jonathons from his grandpa and suddenly it was like the world was reborn and apples got transformed into something edible. Something good. Something actually quite Yummy!
There are apples I refuse to eat. Like the Red Puke-licious. Those are like eating an apple that's been beaten to a pulp (no pun intended) and had all the natural sweetness robbed from it. All you're left with is bland mush with a bitter peel.