Fall to me comes down to apples. Growing up in AZ, I never ate apples. They just weren’t any good. Red Delicious? More like Red un-delicious. Grainy, mealy, disgusting. The dread of getting an apple in my lunch sack. Now don’t get me wrong – I loved apple pie, apple turnovers, baked apples. But a fresh apple? No thanks. I just didn’t care for them whatsoever.
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