But I want your approval first—let me know it’s good enough.” “My approval, huh? Well, I’m not going to take it easy on you. I’m going to tell it like it is. If this is crap, I’ll let you know.” I skewer an apple slice, then dip it and bring it to my mouth. “I don’t want you selling—” I take a bite. “Oh heavenly mother.” I chew. “Oh my God, what the hell is in this caramel? Crack?” I look him dead in the eyes. “Did you put crack in this?” Laughing, he shakes his head. “Lots of butter and the freshest blueberries.” I dip my apple and take another bite. “Seriously, this is so good.”
