Please please please send your wifey-poo to Chicago to cook apple-y goodness for me. And actually, I wouldn't mind one of those casserole dealies, too.

Me so hungry. I'll have the apple goo for breakfast and the casserole for lunch.

I think my "wifey" might be making some sort of apple mess this weekend. We're going to go to an orchard and pick us some fresh pretty apples. Maybe if I beg hard enough she'll bake me up something yummy.