The greengrocer convinced Mother that the apples were the deal of the year.
“Just store them in a cool, dry place and you’ll enjoy them till spring, ma’am. I’ll even have my boy deliver them tonight.” He smiled.
That evening, every nook and cranny in the basement was filled with apples.
When school started, we were delighted to have a crisp apple in our lunch bag. And we loved the steady supply of apple butter and applesauce. Mother impressed us with the endless array of delicious side dishes and desserts, such as apple pie, apple cake, and apple strudel. Apple beignets, fried and grilled apples, and, of course, apple cookies. We didn’t mind when the Christmas turkey was stuffed with apples and raisins.
Though Mother steadfastly denied her mistake, the truth was evident by February when our lunch bags held two shriveled apples.
The final blow came when she warned us, “You better behave, or I’ll make you eat an apple.”
Trudy Jas is a 73-year-old retired occupational therapist, originally from the Netherlands, now living in Cincinnati, OH. Trudy has recently begun writing short stories.
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