#21: Go big or go home
Last week, I purchased a gigantic apple from the farmer’s market. I’m not talking big. I’m talking a massive, colossal, enormous, elephantine, whopping apple. When I brought it to the grower-seller to purchase it, along with a few other apples and some field greens, he actually said:
Whoa. That’s a big apple.”
The guy to his left stopped mid-way through selling a bagful of butternut squash to admire the specimen.
Dude, that is big!”
So, I’m telling you, this apple was no ordinary apple. When I purchased it, my intention was to chop it up for a dinner salad. I often use fruit (lots of apples, pears, grapes, mango, or whatever other fruits are in season) in meal-sized salads alongside Gorgonzola or goat cheese, a handful of walnuts or pecans, and my homemade balsamic vinaigrette. Sometimes I even go crazy and throw in some sliced chicken breast. I never get tired of these meals because the season, the place I purchased the items, or the specific combination I went for that evening always makes the experience different. Whether my husband gets tired of salad for dinner is another story; a meal just isn’t a meal for him unless it involves a bread product.
So, I thought this particular apple was destined for dinner. But I’m in the third week of this challenge and things are starting to get desperate. I looked at the apple. It looked at me. I decided to take a glamour shot of it alongside a size-verifying object. You know, like a quarter.
The more I viewed it from the artist’s lens, the more it sucked me in. The apple was shiny and plump and calling my name. So I went for it. The first bite was glorious—crisp, sweet, and just the right amount of tart. The next few bites were pretty darn good too. By minute five, I wasn’t feeling so psyched about the gargantuan apple. I tried to pawn it off on my husband. He looked at the quickly-browning flesh and turned me down. My dog gave me the “what’s-that-I-might-want-to-eat-it” look that he gives whenever I have something (edible or not) in my hands. I held it out to him. He sniffed. And then he walked away. I got through about 2/3 of the apple before I gave up.
Lesson learned: It’s easy to “go big or go home” when you’re already home.