Apple of my eye (not!)
I used to like apples, what with one of them a day keeping the doctor away. But this is too much.
A neighbor with a farm in the Eastern Townships invited us to come apple picking in his orchard, and loaded us up with four shopping bags full of tasty pommes. At first I was delighted (farm-fresh tastes so much better that the mealy apples at the grocery store), but now I’m guilt-ridden, watching them slowly rot in my refrigerator. With a tiny city kitchen — i.e. no place to cook and store 50 jars of apple butter — I just can’t keep up with the abundance of apples.
Now I understand why people used to give them away on Halloween. It wasn’t so they could secretly slip a razor blade or poison inside. They just got sick of having apples as a side dish every night.