My friend, the Apple

This week I learned that it is not evil to put off running for a while. Sometimes you just don't want to do it, but by Saturday I was back. I think the running gods knew it too, and they were grateful. I made my way to Gabriel Park, my new favorite place. It was one of those crispy fall days that wasn't overly cold, just overcast. After a large climb I made it to the community gardens. There I saw a group of people gathered in the parking lot at tables cutting apples. There was a large manual apple press, and some kids with tie dyed shirts turning the crank with the help of tie-dyed shirted parents. Then I was offered what was to be the most delicious hand pressed cup of apple cider I have ever had. Once a year all the garden volunteers harvest the apples from the orchard and make and drink cider all day, and I happened upon this utopian activity by chance. I finished my run without directing a single curse word at the hills. I told Jon about it, and we stopped by after he was done studying, but they had disappeared. Mysterious...


And if this day couldn't get any better, I totally sneak attacked my football watching friends with a plain-yogurt-and-tofu-filled baked artichoke dip. ShaZAM! I love tofu sneak attacks.