Every year, we stock up on apples at Phil's U-Pick in Harvard. Every year, his identical twin brother, not-Phil, takes our money, guesses our ages, and makes inappropriate jokes about the interrelationships within the group. This year, Leah "The Nanny" suffered the brunt of it. Poor woman, thought she was getting out of the house for a spell of fresh air. Never imagined she'd be harassed by a man in a pumpkin hat. But bad things happen to good people.
Anyway, our fridge runneth over with apples. They must be eaten, and preferably with heaps of sugar, raisins, and crumbles. I smell another Annual Apple Bake-Off. Who's in?
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