This is the week...

It's finally here!

No, not the week that Sweeting is to be born. Much much bigger than that. This week is the week that the apples go on sale. That's right. I was there last week picking up my weekly fix of dark chocolate non-pareils (I don't understand why I don't have prenatal diabetes, either) and casually inquired about when they would be ready. She told me "Some time next week. Why don't you take our card so you can give us a call." and before I could think, I answered, "That's ok. I have your number in my phone from last year." whoops. embarrassing.

And I just want you to know that right now, standing on the edge of this most blessed of blessed seasons, I am feeling generous. So, here's what I'm going to do. I am going to give away two of these delicacies. I'm thinking that you have to live in the US to win because I don't know anything about smuggling divine produce across international borders.

Just leave a YUMMY comment and at the end of the week I'll draw two names from a hat and then drive directly to the confectioner's and then directly to the post office because if these babies ever make it home with me, you will never see them.

Only one rule. If you win, you must eat it the way I would. When you see the postman coming up the walkway with a box in hand, you distract the children with something on TV, grab the box and head for the upstairs closet where you hide the box until everyone else is sleeping, then you sneak upstairs and get the box out, slice the piece of heaven into nice little even slices, and savor each and every slice. (If it's possible to chill the apple before eating, then do that but it's not worth the risk of being discovered and having to share.)

Under no circumstances are you allowed to share. I must insist on this.

(My friends did me the favor of estimating how much money I spent on these apples the year I was pregnant with Ladybug. It came out to around $300. Don't judge.)