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Like No Apple Tree I've Ever Seen

I bought this little gem monstrosity today and once we got home and were in the middle of devouring it, I noticed this little tip. Which we did not need since the Short People suddenly decided they don't mind nuts all that much....


"...If for some reason you have the will power not to finish the apple in your first sitting, put some lemon juice on the remainder of the raw apple, and wrap the apple tightly in plastic wrap and refrigerate."

Seriously, People. If for some reason? What, are they being funny because they know their apple is so delicious that you can't resist eating the entire mammoth at once? Or are they being sarcastic because they know the only person who would buy the caramel, chocolate and nut-laden calorie heavyweight and pay $7.95 for it would be somebody who regularly binges on way-to-big-for-one-sitting servings?

They could've saved themselves the paper, because No, we did not have the willpower to save any of it.
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Rochelle said…
WHAT?! You guys ate the whole thing?? Wow. It looks incredibly delicious....WAY too delicious to muster up the will power to wrap it back up!
10/23/2007 7:12 PM
Unknown said…
Ya know, there's something to be said about finishing what one starts! Yup, that's my answer and I'm stickin' to it! Way to go over there!
10/23/2007 8:50 PM
Anonymous said…
It doesn't look all that big in the picture. Next time use one of those little CSI evidence markers when you take the picture. :)
10/24/2007 7:06 AM
Melanie said…
It doesn't look that big to me either. And, of course you had to eat it all- it's a good example to the kids not to quit something you decide to try.

I need to eat more fruit.
10/24/2007 10:18 AM
Anonymous said…
mmmm....that looks so yummy!
10/24/2007 10:20 AM
laurie said…
So yummy looking! I think it looks huge. Fortunately for me, two of my children do not like nuts so when I want a sweet snack I have to throw a few nuts in at least half of the dish and will be sure they will leave it alone.
10/25/2007 11:09 AM
Darlene Schacht said…
Your blog is so entertaining. I'm enjoying my read through it. :)
10/27/2007 8:47 PM
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