Or, another title for this post might be "How I drive our family into financial ruin."
Hi. My name's Melissa and I'm a bargain hunter.
As much as I talk about shopping at Nordstroms, I rarely shop anywhere but Target and Old Navy, and maybe Forever 31. That's not a typo, it's my way of convincing myself that I haven't completely aged past that store with all its cheapness.
I think my buying habits changed when it became important that a store have shopping carts for all my children. If it had the kind with the little car attached, even better. It also may have something to do with the whole 'being in ministry' thing. It's not exactly the highest paying industry out there and our people wouldn't exactly appreciate Nanette Lepore.
Every fall, though, I lose sight of myself, our budget, Dave Ramsay, and a little bit of wisdom, and buy these.
This is the most delicious apple ever, ever, EVER. It's called a Honeycrisp and it's sour and sweet and crunchy and they're only available for a couple of months each fall. It's a miracle of nature that exists for a brief period. It's like the Aurora Borealis. At least that's in Texas. If you tell me you can get them year-round I may die of jealousy. And if you tell me you have a Honeycrisp apple tree growing in your backyard, well, just don't.
Because they're only around for a short time, the market is apparently very high for these babies because they cost about $2.50. A piece. Don't you love capitalism?
But, despite my husband's objections to the price, we love them and it's like a little fun thing to look forward to each fall. We don't buy shoes and we ride our bikes everywhere to save on gas but we eat the fire out of these apples.
So, I don't have a recipe this week because cooking these might be sacrilege. They're best just sliced and eaten in a dark corner where no one can find you so you don't have to share.
I'm pretty sure, when all is said and done, we're going to find out this is the fruit Eve ate in the garden. It might explain a little.