Which is Better? The Apple or…the M & M Peanuts?

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So…which is better?  Which flavorful, scrumptious, delectible, mouthwatering treat will you reach for next time you get the infamous snack attack? Is it the crackle or the crunch? The melt-in-your-mouth silkiness of the Mars chocolate or the clean, crisp cider-worthy juice which even babi

es crave? This is not about health versus junk:  this is about the tantalizing taste, aroma, sound, beauty, and sensation of two marvelous morsels of food:   Let’s put it to the test: DEBATE!

Laura Mitchell: “The first thing I see when I am looking at an apple is the shiny yellow and vibrant red skin. Seeing the red and the yellow reminds me of autumn. The shape of the apple is a shape of its own. No other apple will look like another apple. Putting two hands together the apple would almost fit perfectly. After giving the apple a wash, the skin is shiny and smooth. The apple has little dots all over it, like little girls faces after they spent hours in the hot sun. There are little bruises to show its long traitorous adventure it went on the get where it is at. Feeling around the app you can tell where some hidden bruises and other places haven’t


been touched. The cracks on the top look like hands that have been dried and cracked. Wanting to see what’s inside you take a bite.

The inside is soft and yellow like the sun but less vibrant. Inside there are crumbles in your mouth. It’s bumpy and misshapen where it was bitten. You can feel the strong smooth skin. Underneath the skin is the juicy liquid that pleases a stomach very much. It looks like someone grabbed a spoon and scooped out some of the apples and ate it. Under pressure, it would squeeze out the sweet apple juice. Eager to get past the hard skin and to the mushy tasteful inside.
Bringing the apple up to your nose and taking a big whiff I can smell the sweet sugar. I can smell the freshness of the apple. The golden smell goes up your nose and images of heaven float in my head. The apple smells like sweet summer days. You can smell the citrus, juicy taste. Every time I put my nose up to the apple I can smell the sweet, natural sugars lurking in the apple. My mouth is a waterfall eager to eat the earthly apple.
I take a bite. My teeth dig into the apple, the sweet heavenly juice seeps into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the sweet and tender juice. The apple feels hard but forgiving under my tongue. It’s wet like a burst of flavor. It is super delicious no question about that. I chew and swallow, the apple flavor isn’t gone till it is freshened up with another bite. Sometimes when I see something I get a memory about that object. I wanted to share a few memories I have about apples.
Most of the time when thinking a memory comes to mind. When I was eating the autumn apple I had a few memories come to mind. For example, when I was little my family and I would go pick apples together. We would soak them to get all of the bugs out of the apples. Then after a day or two, we would steam the apples so they were soft and mushy. Then, someone would grab the apples and put them in a machine. One person would put the apples in a funnel. After that, a different person would be turning a bar around so it would squish out all the applesauce. The extra apple would be left of mushy brown apples. I couldn’t tell they were apples, though. Not only did the apple remind me of the applesauce making process but from where it grew.
In my backyard, there is apple tree that was grafted together before my family moved there. There were three different trees. First, they started by planting a tree, after it grew a little they stuck another branch into it. The once the tree accepted the branch they added another branch. The tree grows gala apples. The other two apples are Granny Smith and Fiji. So now the tree grows threes different apples every year. Since it was grafted the branches are a little weird.
The tree has low branches so it is easy for kids to climb. When climbing the tree you could see the branches grew in an easy uphill staircase with lots of gaps in between. Some branches I would sit down and make sure my feet would catch another branch. I would fall back, my feet would catch, and hang upside down like a monkey. Some people do it on the monkey bars, but why do it there when you could do it on a tree. In different spots, I would stand on a branch and hold another. I would jump off and swing back and forth till my hands wouldn’t hold on anymore. Then I would drop to the ground. When I was little I would play lots of games on the tree. I have lots of memories with that tree. It is perfect for taking pictures.
I love to take pictures of the apple tree in spring. It is perfect because the blossoms are bright pink with the green leaves make the picture-perfect tree. I love to look at the tree after it has rained. The tree is dark where the raindrops touched. The leaves and blossoms just pop out. In the summer it is nice for shade and to sit and read a good book. We pick all the apples and make applesauce. In fall the leave’s fall and we have eaten most of the apple that was on the tree. In winter the snow covers the branches and sometimes it has icicles hanging from branches. I have lots of memories about apples but these are my favorite.
Apples are a wonderful fruit. Lots of people just see it as healthy. Sometimes it is good to slow down a bit. Taking your time won’t hurt. Apples are healthy and have their own features. The inside of the apples it’s soft and refreshing. Taking your time eating an apple you might have found more interesting things, then if you were to just rush through the apple.”


You slowly pick up the beautiful, golden wrapper in your hands. You feel the rough, crinkly surface of the paper. You listen so carefully; you can hear the colors of the wrapper and the various assorted colors of the M&M’s in the little sack. While searching the outside of the pouch, you notice a tiny hole in the side and make no notice of it. After searching for a few seconds, you whisper to yourself, “Eureka!” You have found the ingredients list. It doesn’t say much, just that it may contain nuts and milk. You realize the actual ingredients list must be on the bag of bags of M&M’s. After realizing that you’re not allergic to anything, you continue your search.
A few apparent features pop out at you; the blazing color of yellow, the contact information at the bottom. And, of course, the logo on the front. In big letters (for such a small bag), it naturally reads M&M’s, fun size. You slowly tear a corner of the wrapper, releasing the glorious scent of chocolate and paper. You are shocked by what you pull out; a double! You smile and remember the first time you got such a unique delicacy. While slowly bringing the candy up to your mouth, you can smell the beautiful flavors, mostly chocolate, but you can detect a hint of peanut and a tiny bit of paper. The wrapper smell has lingered. But no matter, the candy is already in your mouth.
You notice the sweetness of chocolate and many other flavors. You can taste the salt of the peanut– quite hard to miss– and the peanut itself. You chew for a few seconds, the colored cover of the chocolate breaking into little chips. You feel the peanut flipping and flapping around in your face hole; you swallow. The sugary sweetness and salty peanuts fly down your throat. A little piece gets stuck in your throat a little, so you eat it again. It glides down with the rest of its kin. You feel relieved; you have tasted the wonderment that is candy. You haven’t had a piece of candy since you decided to lose weight yesterday, but you forget that.Lifting up the baby sack of angels, you continue to partake. You eat one, two, three pieces. Four, five six! All of a sudden, you are out of M&M’s. You start to mourn your loss.
Before mourning, you remember why you started your diet: sugar highs. You feel your hand, as it shakes. You hold it up to your eyes. It looks a little blurry, so you squint. It gives you the most head splitting headache of your entire life. You stumble around, feeling for your bed. After a few falls and minor injuries, you flop down on the mattress. You try and stare at the ceiling, but you cannot see that far. Opening your eyes, you get a sense of relaxation, and your headache has depleted. You sit up, barely, and glance at your backpack and notice a lump. You almost take nothing of it; your bag usually has bumps. But then, however, you remember that your teacher gave you two. Two whole little sacks of little peanut-filled chocolate rocks in various shapes and colors. Sprinting across the room, you rip open your backpack. You pick up the golden packet of Gods in your hand. You waft the scent into your face. You quickly open it, then remember how fast the last bag came and went. You start to slow down a lot.
Bringing one up to your face, you smell many things, mostly chocolate, a little scent of paper. You remember the last bag, and how it’s the same thing. You throw it up into the air, as it lands squarely in your mouth. Instantly, the flavors all flow into your mouth like a river. You chew it down to a fine dust. As you swallow, a lot of the same sensations you felt in the last bag you notice in this one M&M.
Over the next few minutes, you try to save the savory goodness as long as possible. You take as long as possible to eat a single M&M. After sitting at your desk for an hour, you realize you haven’t even finished the bag or the essay. You start the paper off with a significant sentence: “You slowly pick up the beautiful, golden wrapper in your hands.” Perfect. You continue to write, while half paying attention eating the rest of the M&Ms.
Finishing off the essay, you are down to your last M&M. You decide to extend the goodness of this glory that God has given to you, so you slowly eat it. You slowly bring it up to your mouth. You slowly chew. Slowly taste all the flavors. You slowly do everything. All the memories are coming back to you; the first M&M of this bag, the last M&M of this bag, and the first M&M you ever ate. You laugh lightly; that one was funny. You reminisce carefully.
It is your first Halloween you can remember, at the tender age of 4. You were out trick-or-treating for a solid hour; the longest you’d ever been outside at that age. You were dressed as a little pumpkin. You look at the picture on your desk. “Dang, I was cute,” you think to yourself. You slap yourself in the face and go back to reminiscing.
You dance into the house, singing a little tune, holding the hands of Dad. He drags you up the stairs, and into bed. You protest, but you’re only four and can’t do much. You assume it’s probably super late, so you look at the clock. It’s 7:25, which is the latest you’ve been up in years. You flop into bed and pull out a bag of M&M’s you put in your sock when Dad was dragging you to bed. Ripping open the bag, the M&M’s go flying. You pick up one of them and stuff it into your mouth. You start chewing incredibly hard because you only have nine teeth. As the M&M gets crushed between the canines in your face, you swallow. The sugar gets to your head, and you can no longer fall asleep for the rest of the night. In the middle of the night, Dad finds you dancing around in circles in your room. He sees the empty bag of M&M’s on your bed and sighs. He leaves the room and comes back with a glass of milk. You slurp it down as slow as you can without spilling, and you fall asleep. You wake up in the middle of the next day.
You wake up from your dream of your first Halloween and realize it is incredibly late. You fall asleep at your desk, with your essay completed, your stomach full of M&M’s, and your mind full of memories, and sleep for hours and hours. After waking up in the morning, you realize you are still typing in the present, so you decide to end your essay at this point.

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