See, I was trying to do the right thing by grazing on fruit instead of sweeties in work this afternoon.
With this in mind, a stash of fruit had been procured at lunchtime, among them a couple of apples of the Pink Lady variety.
As it rolled around to apple o’clock, I proceeded to munch, but very quickly stopped in my tooth-tracks. Something was off. The apple to be exact. It tasted, well, not sour, not particularly sweet, but kindof bitter. The flesh (now that I could see it) looked a shade darker than seemed quite right for an apple.