When I was a music student, apples were a big part of my rehearsal
schedule. I’d work ninety minutes daily alone in a practice room. The first thirty
or so would be mindless (and mind-numbing) scales and arpeggios. I’d bring an
apple and work with one hand while eating half the apple with the other. Then I’d
switch hands. I ate the whole apple, except for the stem and the seeds, which I’d
toss in a bin as I left. I’d read apple seeds contain cyanide, and didn’t fancy
the idea of killing myself for my art. I needn’t have bothered. It turns out
there’s so little cyanide in apple seeds, you’d have to eat bags of them to do
any damage. Even then, the seed’s exocarp usually prevents it from being
digested. All that time, I could have polished off the seeds as well. I wouldn’t
have munched the stems, though. There’s such a thing as overkill.
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