I learned yesterday that one of my coworkers is allergic to apples. Apples! Kind of an odd allergy. And, he lives in Washington state. That’s kind of like a Georgian being allergic to peaches. Or an Alaskan being allergic to snow. Or a Mississippian being allergic to Confederate flags or bibles or guns.
In other words, well nigh incomprehensible.
(I love using phrases like “well nigh.” They’re rare enough to sound exotic, and make me feel smart. The same holds true for words like dichotomy, fastidious, verisimilitude, and non-sequitur).
Also, my apologies to Mississippians. I did not mean to ostracize you or point out your idiosyncrasies.
I’m on a roll today.
This happens to be the same coworker to whom I ill-advisedly said, “I thought about you while getting dressed this morning” recently. It turns out words like those can be seriously misconstrued, especially when the coworker in question is a guy. In my defense – a phrase I seem to use an awful lot – I was merely referring to the fact that I had decided to wear a short-sleeved plaid dress shirt, which happens to be his go-to fashion statement, rather than my usual t-shirt. I had no idea others in the office would so quickly assume we had coordinated our matching outfits the night before. It’s not like we were both wearing jeans and hiking shoes, too!
OK. We were. But that was entirely coincidental.
Anyway, he’s allergic to apples. That’s got to be a real bummer. Because Tara, Audrey and I hit the “Fruit Loop” in Hood River a few weekends back and stocked up on apples. Not just any apples, but heirloom apples. Difficult to find varieties that are about a million times better than anything you can find in the grocery store.
No offense to any Galas or Fujis out there. Or Safeways, for that matter.
We were positively inundated in apples for weeks. If it’s true that an apple a day keeps the doctor away, I should be healthy for the next seven years. We ate those apples plain. Enjoyed them with slices of cheese. Tara made an apple cake. She cooked a pork and apple roast. We washed everything down with apple cider that we also brought back from the Fruit Loop. I cannot imagine being allergic to apples, especially living in the apple epicenter of the world. Although, after three weeks of nonstop apples, I will admit to feeling a little appled out.
Which does not bode well for work tomorrow…
13 thoughts on “Appled Out”
Allergic to divorce attorneys. I know how to cure the allergy, but I am also allergic to prison and electric chairs.
Ahh yes, but an electric chair would permanently cure any of those pesky allergies, I’m thinking.
Yah, I hear ya. We went apple picking too and I’m a bit appled out myself. But it is so fun and seasonal to pick them out! Do it every year.
Same here! We love the Fruit Loop. I know I’ve written about it here in years past. Although the only apples we “pick” are the ones we pick out of the bin! Call it laziness.
We went apple picking last month. I always end up throwing some out for the wildlife. Sometimes I think people make up the allergy excuse when they don’t like something. For instance, I’m allergic to apricots. Just sayin!
Apricots?! Say it ain’t so!! But I get what you’re saying. I almost ended the post making some joke about being allergic to cauliflower. Call it a mental allergy.
Mark, your first paragraph CRACKED ME UP!
Being such a HUGE apple-lover, I can’t imagine being allergic to them because I crave them. Apples are probably my favorite fruit. I love eating them dipped in natural peanut butter 🙂
God, I can only imagine how great-tasting the apples are where you live!
Mmm…I love dipping apples in peanut butter, too. Didn’t actually get around to that this year…damn it. Guess I’d better go pick up some more!
Honey crisp, or Ambrosia. MMMMMmmm. 🙂
I’ve never had an Ambrosia, but Honey Crisp? Oh, yeah! I just wish they weren’t so damn expensive compared to others.
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Yes, they’re running about 3 bucks a pound right now, when I get Galas for 1.29 . Too bad, cause I love em.
Allergic to apples? I guess that means apple picking is a no go? That was such a fun outing this year I would be bummed without it!
I suppose he could always concentrate on pears instead…