Then, I went and made them better. I threw in some homemade apple cider syrup and it got ridiculous how good they were. It was just plain wrong to keep them to myself.
So I put them on the menu over at Mom in the Mail as a seasonal special, secretly hoping that no one would notice them in the midst of the adorable apple pies.
But maybe, just maybe, I could have kept the lid on 'em.
Until the burnt sugar bits went in and it officially became a crime for these not to be famous. Kind of like when that indy singer who's been playing for years at the bar down the street hooks up with Disclosure and suddenly becomes Sam Smith.
If you make them, you'll have to spread the word, too. They truly deserve their shot at the big time.
