I have a love hate relationship with the TV show, The Walking Dead. I'm pretty sure it is the most disgusting and horrifying show, but somehow my zombie night mares are not enough to end the misery. My family has been anxiously waiting since LAST April for this season to begin. In celebration of the premiere, we made oooey, gooey, yummy Carmel apples and had a fun little zombie party. It was okay though, because getting a nice little scare seemed pretty fitting for this time of year.