Apples to Apples

Stampede has taken a toll on my insides. Apparently too much deep fried food and cotton candy are not good for ye old ticker. As I am house sitting at the moment I decided to do a mini grocery shop to tide me over for a couple days. I approached the Co-op walking with a bounce in my step, which is surprising because I had gone hiking again earlier in the day. The fact that anything was left in my step was ... a step.

The doors parted, the neon lights glowed and the vegetables excited my senses. Yes that's right, they excited my senses! I know I am as shocked as you are but after 3 bags of mini doughnuts, stick of cotton candy, fudge, burgers, potatoe on a stick and drinks my body was in shock and in desperate need of nutrition. I grabbed a bunch of carrots, a cucumber and 3 gleaming shining apples. You should know that I am picky about apples. They have to be pristine to be purchased. I am the person constantly picking up and putting down and picking up and putting down step back to do a full apple stand scan then picking up and putting down.

The quest for health continues gliding up the isles, some multigrain cheerios and milk for a complete breakfast. It is finally my turn for the self check-out terminal and I take a deep breathe, my experience with these things is not a spot free track record. Perhaps my purchases are too complex they need to think or secretly they are judging me for my poor health choices the last few months. This time there were a few moments but those can be totally blamed on the attendant this time. The final thing to be rung through were the apples.

Shellie Moment of the Story: Place apples on scanner. Hit no PLU button. Hit fruit button. Select apples... Oh crap what kind of apples did I buy. Why are there so many kinds of apples sold in one store? Well I know it is not the green ones. I know it's not the dark red ones. I know its not the yellowish/reddish ones. But do you know how many red apples there are? I select pink lady apples. That is a pretty name and these apples are very pretty. Yes, pink ladies it is.

I am satisfied with my selection and rush back to my temporary home to slice an apple and get some delicious fruit into my belly. You know what I discovered? They are spartan apples. Says so right on the sticker! Who would have thunk it. Spartan apples it is. manly, delicious, no six pack abs like the Spartans but I will make due. The curious side of me wanted to know just how many apple varieties there are, turns out a crap load. Just look: http://www.orangepippin.com/apples, a whole comprehensive guide.