After working an 8 day stretch, I am happily planted on my couch.
Today I got my booty beat at Body Pump and then went on a
Treasure Hunt with Scout {the wonder dog}

I'll post pictures soon from our Beach Hunt
After working an 8 day stretch, I am happily planted on my couch.
Today I got my booty beat at Body Pump and then went on a
Treasure Hunt with Scout {the wonder dog}

I'll post pictures soon from our Beach Hunt

Caramel Apples remind me of my dad.
Every fall my dad would take us kids (Meghan, Brady and myself) to the Apple Orchard. We'd pick our apples, enjoy cider and hot sugary donuts and drive home with the smell of autumn in our hair.
Once home my mom would always create something with our bounty. Either apple pie, apple cake, apple cobbler or even just some baked apples for dinner.
My dad would always make us caramel apples. Sure it was from the pre-packaged caramel that he just threw in the Microwave. That did not matter, it was still such a treat. The only problem would be he'd make them at 1:00 PM and we weren't allowed to eat them til after dinner. They would sit on the counter tempting us, much like those in the picture below. How do you like the Gourmet Caramel Apples???
