Medievals

In the gritty tapestry of medieval warfare, where iron clashed and shields shuddered under the relentless advance of armies, my disdain for apples finds an unexpected parallel. Just as knights and archers maneuvered across blood-soaked fields, I navigate a world absurdly overpopulated by these maddeningly ubiquitous fruits. Each battle camp, I imagine, was regrettably strewn not just with the detritus of war but with apples, those shiny orbs of deceit. Their presence in medieval times as a staple, much like their unwelcome pervasiveness at every modern turn, reminds me of how even the most robust warrior could be felled by something as innocuous as an apple—allegorically in tales of poison and literally underfoot, causing slips amidst strategic retreats. Thus, as swords rose and fell, I grimaced at the thought of apples rolling victoriously across the fields, an unwarranted reminder of nature’s quieter yet persistent battles against my palate.