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Awww. I hadn't heard that story. And what a pretty photo of the apple-star - I've also never cut an apple open that way, I guess.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your true love. Hope you enjoyed your spaghetti dinners!


I haven't heard this one before, and it's a great one. Thank you.


Leslee, that dinner continues to be delicious, just like a proper Thanksgiving dinner, and neither of us has raw bloody hands.

And to both you and BLC, whose comment sneaked in while I was typing this, I'm so glad I could share this story. You know I heard it so long ago that for all I know it is copyrighted material out of some picture book which was read to us during a story hour. But the way I remember it, we sat around on the carpet while a pretty blond girl told us this story without any props, seemingly unscripted.

I had never seen an apple cut this way before when I heard it, either, and I remember being confused. I honestly can't remember anymore if we were told to go home and try it or if she demonstrated or showed us a picture. But the story did teach me more than the word "serendipity." It did teach me to try seeing and acting from different places than I was used to, and it has stayed with me my whole life.

I particularly like to cut apples this way now that I know a little more about plant biology than I did when I was that small. When you do this -- and it works with pears, too -- you get another view of how the fruit used to be a flower and what each part of that flower turned into in its transformation. I love that.

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