So the other day I made not one, but three apple crisps. I gave one to the neighbors, fed the missionaries one night and served one for dessert, and the third...well I ate it myself. It takes me back to my single days when I lived with this cool chick named Kristi. It seems like we made this stuff all the time and just left our two forks in the pan to take bites whenever we walked by. I disgust myself!!!