I thought I would take things back to kindergarten or maybe it’s preschool now? Is that something they learn even before that? Probably. Kids these days… they’re all brilliant and ready to take on the world by the time they’re five years old!
But as interesting as that topic would be, I actually really do want to talk about apples. I realized something when I was trying to come up with a word to blog about for the A part of the A to Z challenge in April and apple popped into my head. Not all apples are created equally.
Of course they’re not, you say, and I agree. But I had a moment a few weeks ago where I tried something, even though I knew what would happen.
So, a little back story.
I realized some time in my early childhood, I think, although it could have been my teenage years; I realized that I don’t like mushy apples. I would explain that, but I’m pretty sure you all know what I mean. And when I made this realization, I associated mushy apples with Red Delicious apples in particular. I’ve actually done apple experiments, trying to find an apple that didn’t have that weird mushy texture. I finally ended up finding a few types that I love and have only bought those in my adult years, even though they are usually more expensive and/or harder to find.
My boyfriend and I haven’t had the “apple” conversation, though, and one day he brought home some Red Delicious apples from Whole Foods. I don’t know what it was, but on that particular day, I just really wanted an apple, so I took one to work thinking I would test this theory. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this Red Delicious apple wouldn’t be mushy. Maybe I was young when I decided I didn’t like mushy apples, but now my taste buds have changed since I’m older and wiser and more likely to accept different types of foods.
When I took the first bite, I realized that I was right. It was mushy. But I kept eating, thinking maybe it would change somehow. If anything, it got progressively worse and I had to throw the rest of it away.
From now one, I’m sticking with the apples I like, such as Pink Lady apples and I’ll try to gently suggest them to my better half. Because, an apple isn’t just an apple. Type matters!