Red Log Cabin

My college roommates and I walked to campus past a house with apple trees growing in the parking strip. We pocketed the dropped fruit, cut out the worms and bruises, and ate the remaining chunks with the cheapest peanut butter we could find. (My husband says this is why I can’t stand peanut butter. He may have a point.) Like many students, we had a kitchen well-stocked with ramen noodles that seldom saw anything from the meat, dairy or produce aisles. We once lived an entire month off a huge bag of rice. The other girls ate well Fridays and Saturdays, when they could get guys to pay for their dinners. But those were the nights I earned a little money playing in rock and country bands. The other day I read an article about creative ways colleges are dealing with food insecurity among students, and it brought back so many memories. Maybe there should be more apple trees on campuses.