Every night when I use my nifty corer on an apple (Pink Lady, usually) and then slice it into eight wedges, I think the following:
1. There are people somewhere in the world who could make very good use of that core and would be happy to have it as a snack. Anne Frank would have been very happy with it.
2. Does anyone else in the world think it's so much fun to use this simple little corer?
3. I am keeping the doctor away!
4. I'm a spinster librarian circa 1962, in gray scale.
5. Apples are delicious.