Fall means apples to me. Especially meaningful for me this year because gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free can be boring and annoying and I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of Honeycrisp apples. I promised myself that THIS YEAR I wasn't going to be crazy and run all around town when people emailed me about seeing the apples at random spots. (And when I say THE apples I mean HONEYCRISP apples.) I promised myself that THIS YEAR I was just going to be patient and let myself run into their awesomeness by accident and have life be that much sweeter...
But when I caught wind that they might be a Safeway I made a very speedy + roundabout route to scout them out. THERE WEREN'T ANY. And it was SO DISAPPOINTING. Seriously. Like a heaviness in my chest kind of let down. Which is absurd for applies. WHICH IS TOTALLY WHY I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WOULDN'T BE ALL CRAZY LIKE THAT. I understand that they are just apples. (And truthfully, I'm partial to the East Coast Honeycrisps over the West Coast Honeycrisps... ) Oy.
Don't email me about the apples. Don't tell me that you had them and they are so radical. And I say that BECAUSE I cannot run around town trying to find them. AND because I happen to suspect that there is a small package of freshly-picked, straight-from-the-orchard award-winning Canadian East Coast Honeycrisp apples headed my way. Special delivery. (I love you Paulette!!) And if this is true - I WILL BE IN HEAVEN. Even if there is just one little apple - this gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free high maintenance diet girl will probably shed a few tears. Sweet Honeycrisp heaven.
Oh yeah - and that apple painting in the top photo is a little something I painted on Tuesday to spruce up our kitchen because apples represent a lot of things to me - love is one of them. It's 36x36 inches on gallery canvas.
Today: painting.
GO!
