Last night I dreamed that I was the first chef witch in the US. I had to leave my daughter to go learn how to be a chef witch in Europe. It was a lot of learning and when I came back to the US, my daughter had become a famous chef and was very annoyed I was back (and angry I'd left). I tried to smooth things over, but it didn't work well.
I went and had the last ice cream cone of the summer today. Nathan's will be open Friday-Sunday for another month or so and I'll go have hot apples once. That's York apples slow-cooked with cinnamon and nutmeg over ice cream. Mmmmmm