It must be genetic or something.
Never, however, has this phenomenon coincided with food. That is, until yesterday. Now I am on the cutting edge of apples.
A short back story: Some time ago, and I’m sure I told you this story, I asked our friend and internist to please give me a little “help” with my diet efforts. He hesitated for a moment and then said he had just the trick (I was soooo excited), “apples,” he said. He then launched into the benefits of apples from their portability — the man always packs apples — to their amazing nutritional and hunger quelling qualities.
That is, I was not wildly crazy over apples until yesterday when I stumbled upon Joya apples at the market. They are everything I’ve been looking for in an apple: crispy/crunchy, juicy, slightly acidic, refreshing, pretty (that’s just a bonus, but it’s why I randomly chose the first one before I bought 10 more).
Of course I turned to Mr. Google to see what I could discover about my new find. I learned that these little wonders are being marketed to teens and that they are a new “breed” introduced in Europe in January 2012. Further investigation uncovered the fact that Joya is simply another name for Cripps Red or Sundowner apples, which means nothing to me, but perhaps to you.
There is apparently a huge campaign to associate Joya(s) with youth, sports, fun, etc. Pourquoi pas?
I’m waiting to see if they change my life. Anything is possible.