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Apple Pie

Tonight I was at home doing a little online grocery shopping... (of course it takes me just as long sitting at the computer as it would to just walk down the street and grab some goods there...)

So I'm musing about a dinner I am making for the Prince's friends on Friday and say, 'well, maybe if I'm home in time I could make an apple pie' and he gets that look in his eye as he leans in for a grope.

What IS it about homemade baked goods that gets them going? The mommy thing, right? I gave him a swift kiss and ran down to the laundry. Sometimes a moment alone with the spin cycle is where I finally get a chance to unwind. The Prince will still be hungry when I get upstairs, and at least by then, I'll be a bit more fluffed myself.

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Kelly said…
hi! new to this blog and i have to tell you.... i am addicted!
it's great!
i know what you're saying about the homebaked goods phenomenon.
men are crazy.
Manhattan Mama, I didn't think you even existed. Glad to meetcha!
Manhattan Mama said…
Here I am! (I know.....been a bad few weeks here in mama-land....)
So glad you found us Kelly! I DID end up making the apple pie...results as expected!
Kate B. said…
hey Kelly - glad to hear you like us. And hey, we're one addiction that won't prematurely age you and/or make you fat. What's not to love???
Kate B. said…
Manhattan - when I come over to see you guys in NYC (hopefully sometime this Century, I know I'm way overdue a visit) you have got to make an apple pie for me. Promise?

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