There is some cold going around and thus our plans for the long weekend were ruined. While we did make it out to go apple picking, we were sick enough to realize Thanksgiving would be just us and no extended family.

I decided we all deserved a treat and a discussion we’ve had a million times on how things don’t always go the way we plan. On how we can be sad, frustrated, and still try to find a happy way forward. Both can be true.

So I made a treat, one I hadn’t made in years. Caramel apples. I could have made a few dozen. We have so many apples now, and pears!

I swear sometimes all I do is make food. Well, make food, listen to children, make appointments, clean, make more food, educate, read, a million other things, more food, write, and repeat.