From what I remember of it, apple number 27 was adequately delicious. I picked it up at the little kiosk window downstairs from my office. I ate it while pretty preoccupied. I actually really can’t remember what I did at all yesterday, other than clean my studio after work. And I remember drawing a picture with my new pens. But yesterday at work is a big blur to me.
Come hell or high water, I’m making a waldorf salad this weekend.