Apps

I love apples. LOVE them—so much. I’m such a snob too; you should see me at the market, systematically sifting through what I’d call mediocrity, whereas others might just call apples. A good apple is something to pay for. Normal grocery stores don’t have the goods. I like those organic, specially-controlled-growing-environment, three-toned apples, with a perfectly solid flesh. I feel every square centimeter of these Van Goghian juice rocks. If your fingers can cause damage anywhere while pressing in the skin, you throw her back like a runt fish.

Yesterday I saw one of my students eating a generically cartoon-red apple—she just ignored the little bruises as if all apples have those. That apple was good for two things: making applesauce and throwing at people. I get it how people don’t want to pay $2+ per pound for apples, but all it takes is a taste—just one. Bite into a Jazz apple, or a Honeycrisp, with green and yellow hues clouding up the shiny red backdrop. It feels like a baseball in hand and looks like a Bizzaro-Jerry-World Starry Night print on an oblongly rounded, organically delicious canvas. Seriously, just one bite…you’ll get it.

Just eat great things.