"But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door..."
Nothing disturbs a quiet Sunday evening like the incessant knocking of trick or treaters. Thankfully, I had a lovely bottle of red on hand. Once the chaos of candy and costumes subsided, I decided to pair my large glass of wine with a slice of warm apple tart. The tangy green apples were dressed in brown sugar, freckled with golden raisins, and layered with finely shredded Gruyere. It was a treat, indeed.... so good it was scary. Will there be anything better than this sweet and salty score? Tell me, tell me - I implore! Quoth the raven, "Nevermore".