Golden delicious isn’t too bad. Red delicious are the tofu of apples, no real flavor. My favorite is Cortland, but they’re hard to find in central Ohio.
When I was in college we kept a paper taped up behind the TV to keep a count of how many Eagles they blew up. I don’t remember the final count, but I remember it was pretty impressive. I figured the moon must be hollow and filled with them.
My Mom used to yell from the other room, “Knock it off, you two!” My brother and I couldn’t figure out how she knew. Later on she admitted that if we had been alone together long enough she knew we’d be getting up to something, and she figured it was time for a warning.
If she had been asked to ILLUSTRATE the sentence, she did it wonderfully. Diagramming it, not so well.