I have been craving for really good french toast since the time I saw my officemate eating some. So sue me, I'm envious like that. hahaha...
Since I have been very sentimental lately I thought of making good old apple sauce for my french toast. :) We would have this as a treat when we were younger. So it was going to be extra special if I made it myself. I asked my mom to buy the stuff I needed since I'm in the office most of the time. She didn't get to buy them until after we went to my granduncle's wake though. So it was quite late when we got home.
When we got home I asked the bu if he was willing to help me. He's always too sweet and quickly agreed. I figured I would let him do the easy stuff. So I asked him to measure out the sugar and the cinnamon and to mix them together while I cut the apples. Of course cutting apples takes longer than measuring so once he was done he was looking for things to do. I asked if he wanted to try cutting some of the apples which he was. Apparently what he didn't tell me was he was horrible at cutting apples. hahaha...ok, I'm being overly dramatic. But seriously, he took out a fork and wanted to hang on to the apple using it. I mean that would have been fine if it was dinner. But we were trying to get thin even slices. He wouldn't even listen to me explain the proper way to do it. So I let him be while I went to measure out the remaining ingredients, butter and water. Once I was done, I started the process. Of course my bu decides he wants to help with that too. Haha...if you were there. It was hilarious. He looked like a little boy being allowed to help out in the kitchen for the first time.
The apple sauce came out great. It was just right. Not to sweet not to tangy. :) Perfect.
I feel so lucky having someone like the bu in my life. He constantly supports my crazy ideas and lets me do what I want. But, he also equalizes me and lets me know when I am wrong and when I need to change my views on certain things. He's my external moral compass. :) How could I be so lucky! :)
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