The Taste of Home

Today, the morning after my mother and sister left for Minnesota, I opened the fridge. Inside were three beautiful, red and round honeycrisp apples. Their gleaming skin winked at me from beneath the fluorescent fridge lights; an invitation I was more than willing to accept. Taking one into my hands, I lifted it to my lips, and just before my teeth met its flesh, I was transported. For just a moment, I was no longer in Iowa, in an unfamiliar city, behind unfamiliar walls. I was back home, at the Pine Tree Apple Orchard, with the crisp autumn breeze ruffling my clothes, and dense dirt packed beneath my feet. As my teeth sank in, and the sweet juice filled my mouth, the line between home and here blurred. I had no idea where I was, and for once, it didn't matter at all.

Reviews

[CLR9]

I never knew apples had eyelids.

[Brina]

bruh..........

[Kelly Scheppers]

You may find this hard to believe, but I just tasted my first one a couple of days ago, and I really liked it. At first, I thought it was a little tart, but then the overall sweetness of it and the crispness came through. I usually buy Fuji apples, or Red Delicious, but there was just something about the way these looked that was so inviting.

Isn't it wonderful how food can conjure up memories of home? Nice to meet you, Sabrina!