The other night I decided to follow my mom's recipe and make an apple pie. I'd never made anything like this before, so I was nervous at how it would turn out. Well, it turned out amazing!

Before I go on, I know what some of you are thinking: "Wow Angie, way to go!" or "Angie, you're such a good cook! Now I see why your husband's getting fat." Well, let me stop you right there. Ang didn't make this delicious apple pie. I did! That's right,
Danny J Phelps made this. I'm man enough to be domesticated. How you like me now, suckas?
NOTE: before posting this, I decided to remove some other sentences from this post, such as "Holla at yo' boy!" and "Mad props to my mom and my pops!" That's what I get for listening to the Notorious B.I.G. while typing this up.