So once again from Cafe Mac, I receive a speckled green rhombus.
As one of my childhood favorites, the sour power alone should be enough nostalgic packing to soothe my wandering mind, but will this apple-stand pass the test of time??
As I take my first bites instead of being reminded of my childhood I’m reminded of all the apples around the world. Their childhoods are unimaginable to me, as a human boy.
Further, I recall Jessie, my family’s Pepper Collie, a fixture of life on the farms…