that's what she baked.

Adventures (and misadventures) in the kitchen from a novice baker.

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Somedays you need to drive 3 hours, just to go apple picking with your best friend.

I didn’t have anything scheduled last Friday, so my bestie from the westie (that literally popped into my head as I was typing it… she lives in Western Mass) and I spent some time walking among apple trees, basking in the not-so-fall weather (because technically it’s not fall, yet) and having some real good talks. 

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