Spots on My Apples

I. love. fruit. I grew up being able to pick mangoes, grapefruit, tangerines, and many other fruit straight off the tree. Biting into freshly picked fruit and having its sweet or sour flavors spray in my mouth might be even better than biting into a warm gooey chocolate chip cookie. As a kid I remember fruit straight off a tree being so juicy that I had to keep the juice from dripping down my face. And I never thought about the spots...except to maybe eat around them. Maybe that is why I tend to want to buy organic (obviously funds don't always make this possible).

One of my sweet little joys of living here is, as we have begun to get to know people in our village, we have been blessed with the gift of fresh fruit. A lady who promises to help me learn Greek and who invited us to her sons wedding, brought us fresh grapes, figs and zucchini. Then two days ago the lady that cares for the upkeep next door brought me freshly picked apples. She apologized for the spots but explained they don't spray anything. I cut off the spots and took a crunchy bite of pure goodness. Lets say the store bought ones are still in my fridge and Charis now asks for an apple to snack on instead of a cookie.