Somebody Save Me from Apples!

I *swear* this domesticity binge is about over. My friends are getting worried and think it's a cry for help. It is! Somebody save me from apples! Somebody save me from becoming a stockholder in the Ball Mason jar company! I'm almost in danger of people beginning to think I'm the homely, grey-haired grandmother type with homey kitchen. I'm not! I'm hip and most at home at a cigar bar with a fine glass of dry California cab in my hand. I rarely actually cook. I like to gossip from the sidelines and eat well. However, today, I peeled and cored apples for 30 minutes while watching reruns of Masterchef on BBC America. Last night, I stayed in and watched Like Water for Chocolate. Yes, it's official. I am a freak. All I can say is thank god for the food processor or I'd *still* be chopping.

I want my life back. Today? Yet another apple chutney this one with apple cider and raisins and Cabernet wine jelly. That's it. I'm officially done. (At least until I need to make cranberry grapefruit chutney for the holidays.) I promise, the snarky foodie you and know and love will be *right* back.