
We are going to #1 daughter's friend's house for dinner, which is where she is having Thanksgiving dinner, and my food assignment was pies. (Per my Maxine calendar: "All it takes is one undercooked turkey and you are the dinner rolls and soda person for life.") Unless I am having dinner here, I am the pie person for life. #1 daughter bought this Pampered Chef apple corer-peeler which she keeps at my house. She's not so dumb. With it at my house, she has a reason to beg off making apple pies, whereas I do not. I started putting this thing together. Next thing I knew, the "equipment operator" honed in on what I was doing and decided to show me how it was done. Eleven apples later, I had enough slices for pie.
Then the "equipment operator" went to the back yard to work on the project he had planned on for the morning: splitting firewood. That homemade yellow monster is affectionately known as "No Problem". Because, when it comes to splitting wood, it is, as the name implies, no problem.
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