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 the on apples in stores like Safeway because it just looks toxic. There is something wrong (or so it seems to me) if the shine on my apple looks the same as that on a machine-waxed floor.
No, my apple of choice is a grimy looking creation from Fuji, and one that I find in funky ethnic markets that dot the down-town of 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 – which leads me to believe that the apple the Serpent gave to Eve must have been a pasty wax job from Safeway, Lucky’s or Nob Bill. Why, well because it just looks too blinged out and dressed up when it warn’t even Sunday. I don’t know about you, but I just don’t trust this uber masquerade, even if some establishment scientists swear that it’s harmless coating made from natural stuff.