Wednesday, October 5, 2011

be committed.

"from a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. that is the point that must be reached." -franz kafka
tonight i got home from institute and to my surprise there was a pan of fresh baked apple crisp cooling on top of the stove. my sweet father made that today. he may not have made it for me, or for anyone else in the family, but  he did it, that's what matters. 
apple crisp is a real indicator to me that fall has begun. apple crisp is a common treat in the whitaker home, and my dad did not let anything stop this fall from being any different. 
today the sky was gloomy. the cement and trees were wet from rain and i got the feeling that a lot of spirits were in that same gloomy mood. nothing treats a case of the blues better than warm apple crisp

1 comment:

  1. This looks delicious. I think I may just search for a recipe... :)