I like soft apples. People assure me that this is not normal. What kind of freak prefers soft floury apples over hard crisp ones?
I finally revealed this prediliction to mum a month ago.
“What?” she said. “You like soft apples? Are you strange?”
I shrugged sheepishly. “I just do.” And we left it at that.
Yesterday morning, mum looked up from the fridge as I entered the kitchen for breakfast. She stood, closed the fridge door and held up a smallish green apple.
“Joan,” she said, “Um. I’ve dropped this apple on the floor a few times. There are bruises and it feels a bit soft.” She looked at me cautiously. “Do… you want me to pack it into your lunch bag?”
“Yes!” I smiled in delight. Finally, a change from all these shiny hard apples! Mum shook her head in amazement and tucked the apple into my red lunchbox.
Hey Joan, there are three apples in my fridge which have been there for a couple of weeks and have gone soft — want me to send them to you? 😛
Hey Vera, are you talking about those three green ones? They used to be red, right?
Eeew, gross! What are you implying, that things go mouldy in my fridge? Hmm?! 😛
Yes… but only because you don’t invite me over often enough to clean out your fridge. 😉
Funny you shoudl mention that because I had a dream about that last night! :O
I like soft apples too! I don’t see anything wrong with that. I recommend “hi-early” apples. Keep them in the fridge for a week, and they will become the best tasting crispy soft apples. Yummmm….
My mum read this blog entry and was aghast.
“Joan! You don’t like old apples, you like soft apples! They’re a different kind. You like Red Delicious, not Fuji apples. It’s just a different kind. How can you let people think you eat mouldy apples??”
“If you feel that strongly about it, mum, why don’t you post a comment on my blog?”
“…Could you do it for me?”
“Okay, mum.”
🙂
OH. SOFT apples. Um, Joan, can you tell your mum to throw the next package you get in the mail from me straight in the bin?…