location // Ferrara, Italy
So, for my very first installment of Italy & Greece from A to Z, out of all the pictures that I could have chosen of notable European landmarks, I picked the one that could have been taken at the grocery store five minutes from my house. Heck, it could have been taken at my house based on the number of apples that we buy.
But it is the A to Z challenge, isn't it? And apples start with A, so this is what we're talking about (never mind Athens and Assisi and the Acropolis and art . . . nope, it's apples).
This picture comes with some emotional baggage for me. Every time I see it, I crack a smile because of the ridiculous amount of work they ended up being. So, gather 'round the campfire because it's story time!
Once upon a time when I was packing for my European adventure, I made sure to throw some Jif-To-Go peanut butter in my bag because 18 days is way too long for a girl and her PB to be separated. Fast forward about four days and I was already needing a creamy fix. We made a short stop in Ferrara and my eyes quickly found a small supermarket.
Supermarket meant that there was a large chance of apples, which as everybody knows, is peanut butter's best friend. Luckily for me, they didn't just have apples, they had my favorite type of apples! I know, it was like I was floating on a cloud.
I picked out four good looking ones to share with some friends later at our apples&peanut butter party that I was planning on hosting and stuck them in my backpack for later.
I kind of wanted to dig into one them right then and there, but I have this thing with unwashed fruit where I either wash it or don't eat it. So, we stopped at a little bakery and while everyone was enjoying their Italian pastries, I snuck into the bathroom to do some fruit washing.
As it turned out that there was one sink that was shared by both the men's and the women's bathrooms. And also conveniently didn't have a counter attached. And to top it all off, the sink was really gross so if an apple fell, it was never coming back. No pressure, right?
After trying to hold all four apples, turning the faucet on with my elbows, and thoroughly soaking my sleeves, I let myself think that the apples were more clean than they were before and that I better get out of there before someone came out of the bathroom/I dropped one. So I turned around to grab some paper towel and lo and behold, there was a hand dryer smirking at me. (It was totally smirking, I swear.)
Usually I'm pretty eco-friendly friendly but I was not appreciating the hand dryer at this moment. So I compromised and dug my rain jacket out of the bottom of my bag and wrapped the apples up all while giving the evil eye to the dryer. With those kind of survival skills, I'm pretty sure I could be a boy scout.
Many hours and a walking tour of Florence later (those suckers added some serious weight to my backpack!) there was finally an opportune time for some apples&PB. This time occurred in our hotel room which conveniently featured a clean sink complete with a full counter. I wish I was kidding.
But it's a good ending because I ate my peanut butter and lived happily ever after.
Just kidding, that's not the end.
But, wait! There's more!
Only three apples were consumed at my apples&PB party, so using math skills, that means that one was left. I stuck it in the mini-fridge for the next day and accidentally left it there forever and ever. After all that, I just forgot about it.
Okay, now it's the end for real. I feel like this post should start a What I'd #DoForPeanutButter hashtag. What would you #DoForPeanutButter?