You like them apples?

In fact, I do.

Apples, sure you can’t eat them in front of someone without imitating Mr Ed (a talking horse for the unitiated). So while they are not the sexiest of foods, they sure are yum.

If the apple was a guy, it’d probably a Michael Cera archetype; witty and crispy with humour on the front, then sweet on the inside, and if you’re lucky, they’re juices might even be flowing.

But that is beside the point, when I am sick in the stomach (whether from one too many cherry ripe’s or from watching Jersey Shore... once in a blue moon... I swear!) Munching and crunching on apple does me good, tingling my lips with sweetness and tingling my stomach in healing it from feeling yuk.

And besides, the feeling of feeling better is practically as instant as that first bite you take into the apple.

You might not have Michael, but let me reassure you, these apples will be oh so much better.