Carrots + apple = "crapple"

Tesco is the grocery store here, or as it is otherwise known, the “shop”. It is about a fifteen minute walk from our house, and so when we go there we have to make a conscious effort to remember that we are carrying everything home….therefore…light on the heavy stuff. Well, Marla and I, being completely bored out of our mind one Monday night decide to venture to the shop. When we got there, we noticed a big advertisement for “buy one bag of apples, get the other free”. Score. Next, we noticed another sign for carrots, same deal. So, now we have two bags of apples, and two bags of carrots….hmmmmm…..what on earth do you make with carrots and apples? We now posess the answer. Crapple. A slightly, sweet, fruity, yet vegetable “crumble”, that we think we would perfectly with vanilla ice cream. Yeah…pretty sure that it would rock your face off. For having no clue what we doing, and pretty much making it up as we went….that supper was dang good. Oh yes….
I don’t know why, but it seems that of late I have managed to get myself into situations of pure hilarity. No lie. The other day we went to a pub called the Rotterdam. Thought we could just chill, have a pint, and catch a gig. Catch a gig we did. Out of nowhere, “ the band” walks onto stag and we all look at each other thinking, “this is a joke right?” A group of twelve year olds walk onto the stag and start to rock. It was stunning. Literally. They soloed…a little too much….walked off the stag, got down their knees!!!....and literally had the best time of their lives. It was for sure memorable, not sure I would qualify it the best time ever, but definitely a good craic. Then, in another venture to go check out a gig, Marla and I had our friend Dave drop us off down the way. A little too far to walk at night with crazies out. So, we get to the place we are heading, he lets us off, pulls away….we venture towards the tent, and quickly realize that there is no way we are getting in. For some reason unknown to man, one had to possess a ticket, though the flyer clearly said that this endeavor was free. So, we are standing there, trying to come up with plan B, when we are completely side-winded by this couple…probably in their early thirties. Next we know we are being ushered down the street, toward a different pub, while our two new “accompaniments” are just chatty Kathy. Marla and I look at each other, and are just hanging on for dear life. We get about half a mile away, are standing in some random line for we don’t even know what…..and Marla and I decide…yes…it is time to call Dave. After about a minute of talking to Dave, I turn to look…there is Marla…alone..what?!? Where did the couple go? We both look at each other and think it would a good time to check our pockets…..good to go….alright then. Dave shows up in no time. We are quickly whisked away, and it becomes quite apparent that we can’t last much longer than ten minutes on the streets of Belfast. We are going to have to work on this……