I find myself consumed with the details in this issue’s cover — a brilliant painting by Cleveland artist Brooke Figer. Yes, it’s just a simple picture of an apple core, but I can almost taste the crunch in the thick, textured strokes. And I really love the title of the piece, “Eager Eve,” and all the tasty subtleties that name entails.
I eat apples all the time, and many years back I got one of those apple slicing gadgets, the kind where you put it on top and push down until you end up with six perfect slices and a skinny core that gets tossed into the trash before you even take a first bite. It’s a brilliant invention, the best thing since, well, sliced bread.
OK, maybe not, but it’s still really nifty, and I use it all the time. But Brooke’s painting brings back memories of how I always used to eat apples, tearing and nibbling away bits of flavorful flesh. This is an apple devoured. I’ve been snacking on Honeycrisps the past few nights as an after-dinner treat, and I’m down to my last one. Tonight, I’m going to leave the slicer in the kitchen drawer.