That’s me, picking up apples at the farmers market, selecting them by their color palate. What you can’t see is my best friend off-camera reminding me I’m allergic to apples and urging me to put them back before I have an allergic reaction. Simply put, I’m trash at picking fruit, my batting average is 100 if 100 means that I always buy a spoiled bruised fruit. This means there are many times on my travels that I miss out on experiencing the local market culture because I don’t know how to select fresh fruits and vegetables. I’m often left totally at the mercy of predatory stall owners that can spot…