crumble

My hands smell of vanilla and whiskey and apples and flour brown sugar and butter and spice. I washed them, but the water's not hot, and why would you want to wash that scent away, anyway?

It's so good. What beauty we have at our disposal.

Soon the crumble aroma will start to float out of the oven and fill the house too, juicy fruit and crisp, spicy sugary topping. I'll whip cream. And we'll chase this rainy day away.

I'll come back with a photo in a bit