Late 2005: Operation Apple began with the occasional drinking of Apple Juice. Although early days it was noted that as long as the juice was consumed in reasonable amounts no adverse effects were evident. (By reasonable amounts I mean that the day I woke up and drank a litre because I was dehydrated and proceeded to lay around clutching my belly for the rest of the day was deemed too much.)
December 2005: Bouyed by my earlier success I happily set off on an adventure into Cider (if you say this in a Westcounrey accent it’s actually quite funny!) I quicly discovered that the fizzy Strongbow style was not for me. However if you take nice flat Devon Cider and mull it with tasty fruit and cinnamon and spices it tastes SO GOOD and I could drink it all day. Turns out though that three glasses is my limit before my stomach starts making Wookie noises.
Last night: I ate half an apple. I sat back to see if the world would end / my stomach would explode / Wookie noises to start. Nothing. You know what was even better than that? The taste of an apple after three years.
Today: I ate the other half. Nothing to report except my taste buds throwing a party where there was cheering and happy and whooping (yep, that’s right – even whooping).
I feel like Eve in the Garden of Eden. That apple must have tasted so darn good!
* For those of you not in the know I have not eaten apples for 3+ years after I did and they made me very, very, sick for two long and painful weeks.