I just had my first taste of apple in almost 3 years and it was happiness fucking personified in a paper-thin sliver of fruit. Technically I’m only supposed to eat it cooked—which is what I’m doing, I’m cooking the apple down—but I was weak and helped myself to a piece and nearly started crying from how good it tasted.

Fingers crossed for me, fam. It’d be truly wonderful if I was able to get a second fruit back into my diet without needing to stab myself in the thigh with my epi-pen or take a trip to the ER in the wee-woo-wagon.