I hate to tell you this story, but every word of it is gospel truth. One fateful night, Dan was craving apple crisp. I was done like dinner after putting the kiddos to bed and so I told him if he wanted apple crisp to go make his own! I know. So, guess what the heck he did. Dan Macaulay tromped right into my kitchen and whipped up this little ditty… and it was the best stinking plate of apple crisp I had ever tasted. I told him never to make anything in the kitchen again because he was already way more talented than me (kidding – kind of).