I will not eat a polished apple from a grocery store because I know that someone somewhere is making me pay for all that shine. I will not eat a polished apple from a grocery store because it looks like plastic. I don’t like the waxy shine on apples grocery stores like Safeway because it looks toxic. There is something wrong, or so it seems to me, if the shine on my apple looks the same as the shine on a floor burnished by an industrial burnisher.
The price of a shine: This pasty creation is what you are most likely to encounter in your local chain supermarket.
No, my apple of choice is a grimy looking creation from Fuji, that I forage for in funky ethnic markets that dot the down-town areas in my neck of the hood. I like them because they look real; as in apples that have just been plucked from a tree. Fuji apples are my favorite because they are crunchy and juicy and sure don’t look like plastic. This leads me to suspect that the apple the Serpent gave to Eve must have been a grimy, juicy looking job from Fujisaki, Japan. Wax jobs, such as the ones you see in Safeway, would have given the old Serpent’s designs away.
Apple oh grimy! The mighty Fuji of my Edenic dreams.
