how bout them apples?

Once,

a long, long time ago,

my Grandpa made a dessert called Apple Betty.

And then,

for no apparent reason

he never made it again.

Twenty years have come and gone

and a few of us,

well, me and my Dad,

have never forgotten this Apple Betty.

Every now and again, one of us will nostalgically recall the perfect wonder of that heavenly dessert.

Warm, gooey apples,

crunchy sugary bliss

We'll plead, "Grandpa, will you please make that wonderful Apple Betty again?"

And he will say, "Someday, I will."

But he doesn't.

So tonight,

I did.

And all he said was,

It's about time.