Growing up as a kid I was always slightly aghast when my mom would eat the whole apple – core and all!  She seemed to relish in the act.  Proud that she didn’t discard any of the precious fruit – happily chewing away.  All I could imagine was biting down on a seed or all the hard crunchy stuff in the middle.  I declared my disapproval “Blech!”

Recently at the age of 50 I was eating an apple delicately nibbling around the core when I thought “What if I just ate it?”