The following is an unpaid advertisement for honey crisp apples:
Honey crisp apples are the Michaelangelo, the Michael Jordan, and the Aaron Sorkin of apples. My parents first introduced me to honey crisp apples when I was visiting over the summer. I can see Eve partaking of these apples, even if unprovoked. They’re that good.
If I haven’t bragged about my husband today, I will now. Tom cuts me apples every morning so that I can snack on them at work, instead of the Dr Pepper my bosses taunt me with in the mini-fridge. Tom puts the apples in a little ziplock bag and sends me on my way. He’s like a dad-husband. And I mean that in a good way. Not like a sugar daddy, but he can be that too.
Anyway, we went to Whole Foods the other day to get me an excessive amount of candied ginger chews (there will be a post on that in the future), and we also bought some honey crisp apples and about twenty oranges (for juicing).
Here is the yumminess on my desk.
Was this a dumb post? Probably. Is this as exciting as my life gets sometimes? Yes.