We went apple picking over the weekend, with our friend Edith and her boyfriend. It is one of my favorite fall-time activities, like ever. It's only the second year I get to do this as an adult, and I definitely intend to never skip a year from now on. We had a good time, even if the weather was not extra-lovely. I'm glad I have those silly photos for memory's sake. (what did we do before Instagram?) The state of unkemptness of my bangs right now.. is killing me. This clever illustration really sums up how I feel when I see those pictures of myself. I'm between stage 6 and 7, in case you had not guessed it. It really is a mystery if I'll have the courage to grow them out for good or not. In the meantime, we have a good 20 pounds of apple to eat... Care to share any recipes?