“Pretend it’s an apple. Now, close your eyes and put it to your mouth. That’s it. Your teeth are pressing on firm green skin. Good. You feel a little resistance? That’s natural. Keep going until it splits. There!”
I clear my throat.
“Don’t worry, that’s sweet juice running down your chin. Best to keep your eyes closed and imagine wonderful flavours. Now bite off a chunk and enjoy, but whatever you do, don’t stop chewing.”
I see something pink, waving like a baby’s finger.
“The problem with apples,” I say, fighting back the bile. “Is that worms like them too.”