This quick dip will be a big hit at your next fall shindig. With whipped cream, caramel and bits of sweet apples this 5-minute whipped caramel apple dip is the perfect treat for your next event.
There are a list of items I will tear into ferociously and wish wild and reckless abandon. And this weekend’s purchase wasn’t one of them. Which only goes to show the huge disaparity between what excites me versus Ben…
What I will tear into like a wolverine?
A bag of butterscotch chips – to which might look something like this… It’s horrifying.
A new calendar. I live new calendars every year at Christmas time. Is a calendar a mandatory Christmas gift for anyone else in their family? Like underwear?
The latest issue of Fresh magazine. Seriously, it’s my number 1.
New shoes – because being a girl doesn’t make that apparent enough.
And new cleaning products – it’s stupid how excited new house hold cleaning products make me. My first job in high school was at a local vet hospital where I did all the cleaning, dog walking and scrubbing of the joint. Doc threw me plenty of side-eyes my way when he’s brought in bags of new dish soap, or Mr. Clean in meadow fresh and I got animatedly excited. Or when I became visibly disappointed at the repeat of the previous months’ orange scented Mr. Clean. A girl craves variety in her life! And the trend of cleaning products continues to this day.
But there are things I don’t get wildly excited about – which Ben finds terribly disappointing…
Like YouTube videos. Fantasy Football. Cerebral dramatic movies *cough* Gravity *cough*. And apparently, external hard drives.
This weekend Ben was able to pull his face away from the YouTubes and the studying to do the weekend grocery shopping and Costco run with me – how romantic – and as I made a B-line right for the TVs in an attempt to convince him that we need a new one to appropriately show off the fabulousness that is the Apple TV he diverted my attention to the external hard drives.
What man doesn’t get hot and bothered by a new TV – ESPECIALLY when his wife is volunteering to buy it for him no questions asked?! Oh right, mine. He was more excited that I was going to buy myself a new external hard drive so I can store the obscene number of photos I can’t bring myself to delete from my computer… 4 TB and all. Somewhere in the back of my mind Tim Taylor is doing the “MORE POWER” grunt. 4 Terabites? Tim Taylor would be proud. Remember when 512MB in a flashdrive was big doins?!
Now who’s throwing side eyes at who? So the thing got added to the cart with the 137 roll pack of paper towels, a four-pack of picture frames I couldn’t pass up, and a half gallon of heavy whipping cream that makes me feel really guilty to even have. But not guilty enough not to buy it! So tonight – to make the man happy – the computer is getting backed up. Wish me luck! If you hear a plethora of swears echoing through the glens, mountains, skyscrapers and hills like Maria von Trapp sings to the birds, don’t worry – it’s just me.