Last week, my two roommates - Shiulina and Katie - were out and about during our fall break and we decided to pay a visit to my good ol' Uncle Ed. Of course, they loaded us full of canned and fresh apples and a squash that they salvaged from Wyoming along with an hour of advice on how to live our lives. Since Wyoming is not known for juicy red delicious apples, the grocery bag full of crab apples didn't get touched by any of the five girls in #6. I decided to make an apple crisp, and as I'm typing this very entry, the smell of warm cinnamon, brown sugar, and apples is filling up our apartment.
It's amazing how fast boys from the dorms come over when you tell them you have apple crisp and vanilla ice cream. Good times in #6!