Blogs » J.Q. Tomanek of Victoria » A bad apple ruins the bunch


Ok, so this saying is not entirely accurate. A bad apple ruins the apple, the bunch can be spared. But what happens when the bunch of slices are immune to ruin? When I take a bite of an apple, the process begins where the fruit of the apple begins to brown. It is that nemesis of a process that kids reply, “I don’t want to eat that apple because it is brown.” The child wants something that this world cannot give, a perfect apple that is free of its natural course.

So what the heck brought this to my mind? It started on a day not long ago that our family was very busy. With all this stuff that is supposed to make my life easier, I sometimes wonder why we still rush around. But that is another thought for another post. So, we were rushing. We chose the easy route of stopping at the golden arches, although in my mind I wishing they were flying buttresses. I make the order of happy meals and decided to go with apple dippers. That feeling of “I am choosing a healthier meal” for my children to justify my guilt that we are missing on an important opportunity to share a family meal together.

So there we are at home. All three are eating at the kitchen counter that doubles as a breakfast table. The youngest is scooping the caramel sauce out with his finger forgoing the apple slice altogether. I set the place by opening the nugget boxes, putting the straws in the drinks, and pulling the sides of the apple dipper bags. The munching begins.

After the devouring of the to-go meal, the playing begins with the little toys that I will eventually discard by sweeping up with a broom. Something catches my attention, could it be the apple of my eye? After a couple of hours of sitting on the bar, these patient slices are not turning brown. Like seeing a theophany, I fear. It is rather unnatural that this fruit is immune to decay. Is it the perfect fruit that humanity has been longing to find? Or is it something developed in Mordor? Regardless it is scary. It is scary in the sense that you know something is different here and you are not quite sure if it good or bad yet.

Not yet convinced if this is the real deal or not, I still put the slices into my compost pile. I am waiting to see if they will ever decompose. So what will come of this experience? I would say at least a pretty cool science experiment when my oldest is in high school. At this rate, those dippers will still be golden and appear to be scrum shish.