You could not get me to eat an apple. I found them too tart, too mealy, too boring.
The only time I could really find a way to eat something “apple” was in a pie, as a sauce or sliced thin with wine and cheese. To eat an apple, like a whole apple, was never happening.
This was all before I started my clean eating diet. At 41 years old I finally get it. It’s a damn good snack. I started eating a half an apple with homemade peanut butter. (I will write about making nut butters another time.) It was ok. Had the other half the day after, better still. It filled me up, kept me from being hungry which is so annoying and I got to check off my fruit list that I ate something.
A few weeks later, I’m eating apples by themselves. It has been a truly amazing discovery.