i love to eat an apple.  LOVE them.   i love their delicious juicyness and the chompy noise they make when you bite into them.  i love them in caramel, peanut butter or even just plain.  i just love them.

however, eating an apple can be difficult because i inevitably get apple all over my face.  gosh, there must be some easier way to eat apples.

of course!  an apply wedger!  i always knew these magnificant devices existed, but i never actually owned one.  who knew it would make my life that much simpler. 

my little sister was sweet enough to give me her extra apple wedger. it was the nice kind…from pampered chef. 

i purchased some apples late last week with the specific intention of slicing each into 10 equal, tasty parts. 

apple one:  success!  the perfect apples slices.  i was so excited, i couldn’t wait to dunk my apples into the caramel dip i had purchased just for this purpose.  i think, i better clean off my new tool so it will be ready for the next apple i choose to eat. 

as i washed the new, wonderful addition to my kitchen team, i couldn’t help but smile and marvel at the fact that such a small detail can make such a huge difference in my apple eating experience. 

it’s difficult to clean though.  as i am just finishing up, still ecstatic, i flip the wedger over to give it a quick rinse. perfect.  good to go for next time.

somewhere between the wedger’s bath and it’s arrival back to it’s protective plastic sleeve, something went wrong.

our happy relationship took a turn for the worst.  i’m not sure if my new friend was upset that i wasn’t choosing to eat a 2nd apple just then, of if perhaps it had an extreme distaste for the confines of it’s plastic prison, but either way, i was biten.

my finger was sliced.  and rather deeply.  it was so incredibly razor sharp that i barely realized it had happened until the blood began to flow.  i tossed the offending utensil across the counter.  and ran to find my neon band-aids.  now it hurts when i play guitar.

how dare you, apple wedger.

i thought this was going to be a beautiful relationship, but now i realize i must be more careful for you are not here for my pleasure.  you are out to destroy me.  one slice at a time.

-jessica