How You Like Them Apples?

Today was the big day for Chris. The day he has been training for, day in and day out, for the last year or so. It was half Ironman day. 70.3 miles.

While he was swimming, biking and running his fool head off, the boys and I decided to celebrate this beautiful sunny and 70 degree day, by picking too many bushels of apples. I love the self-picking fruit expeditions, but have a hard time with controlling the amount of fruit we actually bring home. I can't seem to stop myself or the boys from picking anything and everything we can grab. We must fill our bags to the brim! We must get the biggest and best apples! Go team apple picking! And that is how you go home with 46 pounds of apples. (But at like 30 cents a pound, please. We should have picked another bushel.)

I see a week of apple pie, apple crisp, apple sauce and apple butter. What Ironman doesn't deserve a little apple pie a la mode to celebrate 70.3 miles?