I stood in my kitchen this afternoon, cut up an apple to eat, and a couple of potatoes for the oven.  I accidentally picked up a piece of raw potato and took a bite, thinking it was an apple, but clearly it wasn’t.  An apple stands alone.

So what is it about an apple?  They are both alive.  One grows on a tree, another in the ground.  With a texture similar to a raw potato, white, filled with water, it ends there. Tart, sweet, and crisp, an apple is the essence of GOD.  After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.  A potato can not make that claim. Continue reading “love the apple” »