understanding

I kind of forgot about this whole blogging thing but i am back on track.  

Eating an apple... but soon apples will be too explensive to buy.  I remember a a story from my writing class in college where the author described her mom eating an apple: standing over the sink, savoring each bite, only leaving the seeds.  I remember wondering, why?  What did she live in her life to savor an apple with such intensity?  And soon it will be winter in Kyrgyzstan... and there will be no apples.  So I am starting to understand.