Apples...

I had the best memory flood back to me yesterday as I was sitting on the couch with McKenzie.  It was over an apple.  A red delicious apple.  Is there any other kind?  When I was young my dad used to love apples.  ALWAYS red delicious.  He would sit on his recliner with a pairing knife and an apple and he'd shave bites from the apple.  One for him, one for me.  And together we'd eat the whole thing.  I may be crazy, but I'm pretty sure an apple tastes totally different when you bite it than when you cut it like that. 

So, last night while watching a little TV together, I grabbed an apple.  Frank bought a bunch from Sam's last week, so these are HUGE apples.  Grabbed a pairing knife and began to slice.  One slice for her, one for me.  And she giggled.  She's not a huge apple fan, but last night there was something different about the way the fruit tasted.  I could see it in her face.  And I knew.  I understood immediately that that was the juciest, crunchiest, freshest bite of apple she'd ever had.  Must be the pairing knife!

I just watched her and smiled at how some things really do come full circle.

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[Natalie Tenney]

My dad used to do the same thing. I hadn't thought of that in a long time. We always had red delicious. My fave now is gala.