O … Men

Ξ January 22nd, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ MissMunchkin, cooking, my partner |

Last night was “Make Snacks Night”. I had been jabbered at several times in the past two days because I would not produce “O’s” for snacks.I made dried apple rings with the last batch of apples which were proclaimed “O’s” by MissMunchkin and quickly devoured. I realized (after being lectured by the two year old) that I needed to make more next time.

I had just started washing the apples when my partner came home from work. I know because he made some smart-ass comment about the gloves I’ve started wearing when doing anything entailing water and/or scrubbing. (My fingers have issues of their own …)

He sat down at the table to eat and then talked for over an hour. He watched as I washed the apples, sliced them, cored them, put them on the dehydrator trays, and one-by-one put the trays on the machine.

As I was finishing up the last apple he came over and put his plate in the sink. He looked at the dehydrator for a minute.

“… Are these really any good?” he asked as he eyed the apple rings uncertainly.

I put the last ring on the last tray and look at him.

“They’re pretty good … after they’ve dried.”

“Oh… that’s why they look so weird.”

*eye roll*

 

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