a concept: we’re sitting in the back seat of a car, sitting very close. you smile at me and play with my fingers, eventually holding my hand. I look down at our hands as our fingers interlock with each other.
So I made another batch of apple butter yesterday because I snagged like 18 apples for a couple bucks. It wound up a bit runny because I used too much cider but the flavor is on point. If I knew what to do with it I’d make the stuff all the time, it’s amaaaaazing. But this is for gifts for family. I wanna try my hand at jam as well.