A bruised bias.

Global warming is real, but this isn't a food conspiracy blog, so lets just move on. I went apple picking for the first time since childhood, and I have to be honest, as a child the novelty of being in a muddy field stepping all over piles of half eaten somewhat rotted apples was only fun for so long, but at twenty three, and without any children to look after myself, I found it to be a thousand times more interesting and fulfilling, but at the same time, as a one day to be chef, I found the act to be upsetting. I learned in culinary school about how picky Americans truly are about our produce, and how to be more open minded about fruits and vegetables with minor blemishes, and how to not just put them back in the produce department as we search for something slightly "prettier" for our money. Though, at the grocery store, you can put the fruit or vegetable back where someone else may buy it. In these orchards, once you have picked an apple and found it is not your ideal choice, your only option to avoid paying for said apple would be to throw it on the ground for the bees to get after. Long story short here, I spent my whole day watching children throw good apples to the wasteland of the ground, and I found myself starting to show a bias for the slightly bruised apples. Oh well, I suppose it is the nature of the event, and the farm is probably more than aware that no matter how hard they try every season, they will always lose a solid percentage of a crop to the bees. Upset about seeing so many mile high apple pies on the ground, I retreated to the farms store with my 8.8 pounds of fruit, where these thoughts were quickly washed away by a  Dixie cup of ice cold apple cider.