I never realised I had a view on this subject until my daughters prompted me. I'd just never paid adequate attention to the whole question of what kind of apple I was eating, right up to the age of well over 40 that I was a few years ago. Wrong, wrong, wrong. How could I ignore the distinctions? It feels unbelievable in retrospect.
But now my daughters have raised my consciousness level. They always ask for "red" (i.e. red/yellow) apples when we go food-shopping. In other words, not green apples. Which has made me reflect.
And, frankly, realise the obvious. Green apples rock. They have tartness, a beautiful appley edginess. Red/yellow apples are bland, semi-sweet rubbish, of precisely the kind that would appeal to the under-18s and be anathema to sophisticated grown-ups.
Anyone disagree?
But now my daughters have raised my consciousness level. They always ask for "red" (i.e. red/yellow) apples when we go food-shopping. In other words, not green apples. Which has made me reflect.
And, frankly, realise the obvious. Green apples rock. They have tartness, a beautiful appley edginess. Red/yellow apples are bland, semi-sweet rubbish, of precisely the kind that would appeal to the under-18s and be anathema to sophisticated grown-ups.
Anyone disagree?
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