This is a really simple one for you guys today. Although I’m holding strong on the no-pumpkin-until-it’s-legitimately-fall wagon, I’m fine doing the apple thing right now (they are in season after all).
Unless it’s apple pie, apples are like the one fruit I could pretty much live without for the rest of my life and be ok with. They’re an underwhelming fruit if you ask me. Granny Smith’s are about the only ones I truly enjoy in their plain/not in a pie form (ok, and a good Honeycrisp too) and so that’s what we’re talking about today.
Those tart little suckers are tossed with roasted beets that have become deliciously candy-like, a honey mustard dressing and salted pistachios. If your husband didn’t eat all the goat cheese, I suggest you throw some of that on top too. I’m considering a sign out sheet attached to the front of the fridge. Any foods finished by significant others must be documented from here on out to avoid mid-day outage discoveries and pissed off wives. Sounds reasonable, no?