Apple #1
I had wrapped my first apple of 2009 in some ribbon and had every intention of eating it at midnight. We went out to dinner and instead of coming home at a reasonable hour, ended up at my friend Heather’s house where we consumed too much champagne and cigarettes. We got home sometime after 2 and collapsed in bed. I had the spins so I couldn’t sleep. I went out to the living room, spied the apple and munched it down with fervor. I ate it down to the core and left it on the coffee table like a proud statue. It was a Fuji.
Apple #2 was eaten at work, first thing in the morning, as I waited forever for my computer to start up. It had a couple of rotten spots and the skin was a little wrinkly. I have a headache and bad cramps. I ate around the rotten parts. Eating it felt more like duty than pleasure. It was a Fuji.