It’s finally happening. I’ve got irrefutable proof that I’m getting old and boring.
Yesterday I was reaching for the Red Delicious I’d brought to work and spied a tasty Braeburn in the fridge fruit drawer. Three things went through my head in rapid succession:
1. I wish I had that Braeburn instead of my mealy Red Delicious.
2. Wait a minute–that’s my Braeburn! I brought it in last week!
3. Oh. Wow. A Braeburn!
It’s the last part that really scared me. I was really excited.
Not so many years ago, I couldn’t imagine spending 50 cents at the fruit cart when you could get a jelly donut drenched in powdered sugar for the same price. I’ve come a long way. Now I find myself practically hyperventilating in a public space because I have a little bit of tartness in my fiber. Even sadder? That Braeburn was just as delicious as I’d hoped it would be.
Somewhere along the line, I’ve managed to exchange forbidden fruit for the forgotten kind. Sigh. I’m old. And boring. But if I keep eating this well, I’m going to live a very long, boring time.
Ah, oh Braeburn, oh Braeburn, where have you been!
Hidden in a cold box waiting for the inevitable grin.
You rival the sweetness of your brethern Honeycrisp,
succulent and crunchy, yet gone in a wisp.
As Time lingers on, hold true in your glory and envy.
The simple things in life are always the parts to cherish. Living each day with a goal in mind and absorbing the miniscule fragments of fleeting moments enhances the short, but oh so sweet life we have been given. The boring malus domestica shall remain a vibrant and reassuring comfort when the days old sneak up to remind us of the treasures we thought were lost.
Mmmm… CRUNCH!! Who can make the loudest crunch? ☺