Patty made a great apple pie yesterday. It’s perfect; the crust is flaky, the apples are that slightly tart flavor that I like and it goes perfect with vanilla ice cream…pretty much everything I look for in an apple pie. I don’t know how she does it: She can whip up something in the kitchen on a moments notice and it’s always amazing. Me, on the other hand, I’m more of a Cheerios-pouring, Fig Newton wrapper-opening, last cookie-eating kind of chef. I think a kitchen should be admired from afar for its neatness and ability to store Doritos and sporks somewhere other than the floor. Oh, and the fridge belongs there too.