It's a fall flatbread! 
Because we're basic white people up in here and when it's fall we eat apples, ya know?
True story: If you notice in these pictures, the edges of this gorgeous little meal are a little....dark. Because. I made this on a Saturday, which I try not to do because Jay is distracting and I wander around and forget things that are in the oven and have to start over and it just makes a lot more sense for me to photograph things when he's not around. BUT we had had a few really nasty days in a row and this particular Saturday was nice and sunny and so I felt the need to take advantage of the lovely light.
And, instead of simply distracting me, Jay and I ended up having a very heated conversation that ended up with both of us in tears. Literally while these guys were cooking. It was GLORIOUS. I mean, you really couldn't have planned it any better. Casually chatting while cooking and BAM let's talk about all the really really important life stuff that we're figuring out and we have to FIGURE IT ALL OUT RIGHT THIS VERY INSTANT otherwise the world will end.
Instead of the world ending, the flatbread burned. And we ate it anyway, and all was right with the world.
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