sweet clarification

conclusion: i am a romantic!! oh man am i a romantic.

also a cynic, imaginative and meaning-full individual, which is why this sincere affirmation of my romanticism is probably some sort of necessary leap forward towards self-security, lalala etc.

cynical romantics often form awkwardly romantic and emotional attachments to things and people who will respond limitlessly in the appropriate way, i.e. as far as the imagination of the romantic herself can conceive. this romantic has several awkward and perhaps unwarranted emotional attachments to members of the kingdom: plantae. case 1 - the apple. don't know where it started. actually now that i've written that, i have an idea.

my birthday is October 14. every few years this falls upon (Canadian) thanksgiving. imaginative cynics expect extraordinarily wonderful things to happen on their birthday, they never do and these cynics spend their birthdays in a heightened emotional state often reduced to tears at least one time during the day.

thanksgivings spent in a heightened emotional state when no one seems to understand how essential it is to simultaneously ignore and continuously acknowledge the momentous day of your birth when combined with family trips on the holiday Monday to an apple orchard just ten minutes from your house, provide a tremendous opportunity for self-absorbed and excitable little girls to run away from their family and hide amongst the Empire apples where no one dares to gently touch your shoulder or try to make you smile while you indulge in your annual Birthday Breakdown.

what a sentence! Empires are a notoriously understanding apple, and southwestern Ontario produces quite an outstanding crop in mid-to-late October. intent and certain concentration on apple-consumption during the drive home from the orchard was entirely necessary in order to avoid catching the eyes of my father in the rear-view mirror, because NOTHING would make me more furious then if he dared to make me laugh while i was busy being upset about how he and my mom were steadfastly ignoring me, the birthday girl. several years of perfecting this technique resulted in not only a beautiful relationship between me and these apples, but also a practical, efficient and careful method of apple-ingestion.

though it would be too much to describe this technique right now and i think it really requires pictorial representation, i'm faaiirrly certain it has to be the best way to eat an apple, for both the consumer and the apple itself.

i'm slowly centimetering towards the point of all that i've gone on about. and that is: the blossom bite. though a bite i have been committed to for years, i have only recently given it a name. not that it's mine to name. oh i don't know if i'm going to be able to finish this. this has been much too long and indulgent already. this is probably the way i'll continue to write though. oh ugh. oh but don't i need to be doing this anyways. the BB is the second to last bite i will take of the apple. the end without the stem, where the lovely and oh-so-important reproductive organs of the sweet apple blossom once performed may be bitten just to where that tough little shell around the apple seeds begins. and OH!! isn't it good! probably the best bite of the apple. certainly the best bite of any apples i eat. the blossom bite!

please, don't be scared. give it a try. you won't regret it.

blossom bites need bees. let's keep bees and save produce.

introduction: my name is emily and i've started an indulgent blog.