My roommate will never buy me apples. He will get me bananas and pretty much everything else, but I'm picky about my apples. I stand in front of them and touch each one for about 20 minutes to find good ones - not dented, shiny, perfectly colored apples.
When I went apple picking in early fall of last year, I fell in love. I even went when it was pouring one day. I got huge bushels of apples for pretty cheap and they were so different from store-bought apples. The biggest difference was that you could eat more of the apple towards the core. I could not understand how store bought apples looked so lackluster after that.
Winter made me look for alternatives, mostly bananas and frozen berries, but when I lost all that weight, I ate apples at least twice a day. So I'm yearning for sunshine and apples.
I thought of this today as I did my morning workout (Turbo Kick round 43) and walked downtown on a sunny and breezy day. Now for masala tea over Dobra Tea! This one guy keeps walking back and forth by the open window here. Strange.
Apple yogurt cake w/ cinnamon-sugar streak
It's considered breakfast cake. I'm a believer of that (I had a small piece of that brownie I made last night) and tea in the morning too.