My car, also known as my trusty steed smells and it's not a bad thing. On Thursday I snagged a big box of slightly bruised apples from the local Italian market for only $1.50. I'm going to be making some apple butter and I promise to take photos and do a tutorial.
I left the apples in the car because the nights are cool and there wasn't any room in the refrigerator. When I got into the car this morning to run some errands the apples had filled the space with their sweet and slightly pungent smell.
It made me awfully hungry, like driving around inside an apple pie. It's a much better scent than the home made auto air fresheners we made together back in .......
It's the least of all the indignities ti which I've subjected my ten-year-old Pontiac. Do you remember when I accidentally left the sunroof open on a unseasonably warm spring day ?
only to wake up to a foot deep snowdrift INSIDE the car?
Or how about the time my car and I had a rumble in a cornfield?
Like I said, slightly bruised apples stored in the front seat are the least of this car's worries.