Boots!!! I know, it seems like a strange name, but my husband calls it boots because his mom used to send it to him at Boy Scout camp in a box from a pair of boots. Treats from home were always attacked and eaten by all the guys working there, but a pair of boots sent from home cause "my other pair got wet"? Always safe from thieves. :) I was just telling the kids that we'd have to make boots for daddy today and look what's here reminding me. I just bought three ten pound bags of AP flour today and I have whole wheat flour to sneak in when the boot-purist isn't looking ;) I'm off to peel some apples. Those boots are made for shippin' (and snackin')! Thanks for sharing your great story with us! Irene @ KAF

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