Summer is kind of a traumatic time for me. Especially by the end of August, I’m basically losing it. Why is this you ask? What is traumatic about sun and warmth and all of the plump, juicy cherries (and other fresh produce) you could possible ask for? Well with all of these things comes a trade-off. There’s no apples. And apples are my life. I eat at least one a day, but usually two or three. When I don’t have one, I go through withdrawal. It may not be physiological, although sometimes I can feel the cold sweats starting to come on. But it is definitely psychological. I am so habituated to eating apples all day everyday that when I don’t, I just feel out of sorts. No joke, it makes me grumpy. See, anything can be addictive (even weed my friends, even weed – and I’m not saying that from experience).
What’s the cure for my problem? Sadly I end up buying apples all the way from New Zealand. It goes against everything I believe in. New Zealand is about as far from local and sustainable as you can possibly get (unless of course you live in New Zealand, in which case Canada is as far from local and sustainable as you can possibly get). They are also quite unsatisfactory in taste by the time they make it all the way to me, on the other side of the world. Go figure.
But my need for apples seems to trump all else. If it was oranges, I wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Apples though, they are my kryptonite. So I guess I will have to suck it up, or resort to eating crunchy nectarines or something instead. Thank goodness September is almost here…harvest time!!! I can taste those BC Ambrosias already. In the meantime, I will have to figure out how to deal with this apple dilemma.