Apparently I have drank from the fountain of youth…
While we were in San Diego I want to a spouses function after change of command and the new CO’s wife asked me whose child I was. Literally. “And, whose child are you?”
We laugh now, but at the time I had no idea how to answer. This was before someone else told me that couldn’t not possibly be older than a high school junior. Yeah…I don’t know, it’s weird. I have even had a bagger at the commissary tell me I’m no older than 16 years old, haha…um…thanks.
When we got here and went to my husbands Hail someone asked if I had just graduated from high school. Well that is a step in the right direction.
My husband, who is 34, lets everyone believe he is 25 (though this is a feat when in uniform because it’s a giveaway of time in service if you know where to look (and if you’re married to a mustang…you know what I’m talking about)). We both look way younger than we actually are.
I’ll tell you the secret. Apples. We go through more apples every week than I can count (specifically Granny Smith…something about the ‘Granny’ is probably the key). I bake with apples all the time. My husband loves Apple Pie, I love baked apples, apple crisp, apple anything. My kids eat apples all the time too. We’re a crazy apple family.
I came across this recipe while I was searching for the baked potato soup recipe and had to give it a try. It made my kitchen smell amazing. So I figured, if it smells good, it must taste good. Right?
It was awesome! She suggests to make a double batch and I agree. Make two because one won’t last long.
I’m glad I look young, even with the weird comments. It is probably better than someone saying I look old. haha. I did find a gray hair about a month ago, which is probably more my kids fault than aging. Not a big deal.