The worm turns

If you have an apple tree, you understand the mixed blessings it brings to your life. On the one hand there are the apples, which are all well and good. On the other, they provide weapons for the squirrels. (I'm convinced, the squirrels sit up there and pelt the cats and neighbor's dog with the fruit.) Between the squirrels and gravity, our yard is littered with little green apples in the summertime.

I'm not particularly diligent about collecting the fallen fruit. The apples lay under the tree until they begin to ferment, lending our yard a tart cider vinegar smell.

Our tree produces small, sour apples, which are great for pies or sauce, where the cook can take that hard, bitter flesh, add a bit of sugar and cinnamon and cook it down into something edible. Because I won't let Mitch spray the tree, most of our apples have been previously enjoyed by worms. I don't know how they get up the tree, but it must be quite the slog for a legless, sightless, boneless being to inch its way up 14 or 16 feet just for a bite of mealy apple.

The apples aren't that great, so for the most part we let the worms and squirrels enjoy them. But on the rare occasion when I gather up a bushel and begin slicing, it's most unappetizing to find I've halved a big, juicy invertebrate. Most unappetizing. Consequently, when I approach a batch of apples for apple cake--a favorite Rosh Hashanah recipe of my husband's--or begin chopping for a nice tart, I live in fear that I will encounter and dissect a fat, pink worm.

Ah, the joys of living green.

Comments (3) -

August 23. 2007 07:11


mmmmm, protein

5elementknitr |

August 23. 2007 08:36


Oh, that's my worst fear.  Although it's biting into one...slicing I think it bad, but not as bad.

Christie |

August 23. 2007 21:16


Eeewwwwwwwwwwww...makes me think of the fat earwig I found in the lettuce last night...

martie |

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