Today I was peeling large Pink Ladies for a Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Baked Apples snack for the boys, peeling away speedily, thinking about how one must be careful not to peel away one’s finger instead, then thinking about what one would do in that situation then how people would react to the blood then how you’d react to their reaction then how the scene would play out then how it would affect the greater narrative and the protagonist’s arc and the—“Damn it! I just peeled my finger off!” Now the storyteller is awaiting the timer’s ding announcing her Brown Suger & Cinnamon Baked Apples snack with a very large Band-Aid on her hand.
(recipe for Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Baked Apples)
