Fruit punch

For the first time in my life, I took a bite out of a full apple yesterday.

Since time immemorial, our family had always chopped apples before eating them. This was mostly due to the fact that apples used to be rare and pricey and thence, had to be shared. It could also be due to the fact that apples cannot be broken off like bananas (“breaking off bananas” –OK, that is a different story) with bare hands.

Even in my years of solitude, I continued to chop and eat apples. For the first time, on 11^த August 2009, wifey packed a whole apple for my afternoon snack. I asked for it to be cut first, but she looked like she would plunge the pointy end of the knife into me, rather than into the apple and I beat a hasty retreat. (Any guesses on why ‘wife’ rhymes with ‘knife’?)

Late evening and I was not quite sure if there was a right way to dig in. To understate the experience, I consumed the thing with great difficulty and awkwardness and was finally relieved when I did what my C programs on Unix used to do in my programming days: dumped core. All the while, I felt uncultured and just about as savage as any of your ancestors. Will I do it again? Yes, on the 31^st of next month and every year after that.