I had an apple, yesterday. You know, I think an apple is a bit of a miracle. I mean, you plant a sapling--a mere twig, or even a single tiny teardrop shaped seed, and in less than ten years time, it has grown into a short gnarly tree bearing delicious fruit. If you sell the fruit, you can pay for the cost of the seed or sapling, many times over. If you give the fruit away, you are rewarded with a smile worth even more than the price the fruit may bring. If you use the fruit to make pies or a crumble, juice or cider, then you open yourself to the aclaim of your friends. Age the cider, and you have liquor or brandy or vinegar...and the apple just keeps on being useful to us, long after the season for harvesting is done, and the tree lies covered with a blanket of snow. There are over 14,000 different varieties of apple on this planet...not counting those now extinct varieties, that sprang up on family farms in the 18th and early 19th centuries. Despite that whole Garden of Eden thing, I think the apple is an amazing fruit.