This is not just any apple.
Before I arrived in Ghana, my wonderful new EchoHouse colleagues asked me what my favourite snacks were.
I thought asking for a cupboard full of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups may place me in the “difficult” category.
But once I started thinking of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, I could think of nothing else. ( See Day#52 )
Realising that my Awesome-New-Boss’ Awesome-Administrator was waiting for my response I said the second thing that popped into my mind: “Fruit, please!”
When Awesome Administrator Pamela asked me what kind of fruit, I said “Oh, anything. Apples, pears..”
When I moved into my apartment, a few days later, my fridge was stacked to the freezer compartment with apples, pears, oranges and grapes.
I ate (delicious) fruit salad for my entire first week in my new home.
When my apples and pears finished, I walked up to my friend David’s fruit stall, at the top of the road, to buy more. ( See Day#7 )
I bought a watermelon. Which became my weekly watermelon.
Which then became my weekly watermelon and my weekly bunch of bananas.
Which then became my weekly watermelon, my weekly bunch of bananas and my weekly pineapple.
Which now is my weekly watermelon, my weekly bunch of bananas, my weekly pineapple and my weekly coconut.
But no apples.
I asked Richard (Knower-Of-All-Things) why I could not find apples anywhere.
Turns out that Apples do not grow in Ghana. It is too hot! (I know what they mean. See Day#53 )
My apples came all the way from South Africa.
So, when I said “Fruit please!”, I was asking for imported fruit!!
Pamela had to go to Shoprite (Ghana’s Giovanni’s. See Day#35 ) to get them for me.
Jip. Straight into the “difficult” category!
I wonder if it is too late to ask for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups…