Weather: 34 degrees, sunshine.
What I’m listening to: Little Women Soundtrack
Dear Honey Crisp Apples, where have you been all of my life? Sometimes there are no words…
I’ve never seen a gingerbread so beautiful. Ever. Moist, appley, caramely, gooey, but not-too-sweet, not-too-spicy perfection. Pass the freshly-whipped cream, please. Oh, and shut the front door before the neighbors all come running.