Why, you ask? Because honey crisp apples are back at the farmer’s market. Can I get a woot?.
Yesterday, a co-worker and I made a rendezvous to the Farmer’s Market in Dewey Square. We trotted over to my favorite farmer: Kimball Farms to see what they had for delectable, homegrown veggies when what to my wandering eye should appear? Honey f*cking Crisp Apples. I said to my co-worker, (within earshot of the owner) “Quick, you distract him while I make off with this crate of apples…” He heard me, laughed and reached over to squeeze my arm. I wasn’t 100% joking. [You know the proverbial saying, “truth in every joke“.] Seriously, if I could have absconded with that crate of honey crisp apples, you know I would and then I would have eaten every. single. apple. until I blew up like Violet Beauregarde.
And that’s all I have to say…
Well…actually…that’s not entirely true. I do have one more thing to say: what the fffffffffffffffff is up with Clint Eastwood?!?! Was he outside his head last night or what? Clint, Clint, Clint, stick to directing, or even acting but for the love of God, please please please abstain from politics and comedy, it’s not your thing, m-kay buddy?