Apple pie, to be specific. It’s hard for me to slice and dice these days, so I made the crust while my dear hubby was slicing the apples. Then I washed a few of the dishes. Then I turned around, and voilà – the secret ingredient:
Notice anything unusual? Like some indentations that look suspiciously like kitty prints? I, of course, went on the hunt to find the culprit. Which one of these innocents do you suppose is guilty? I’ll never know.