At the airport, they asked me if I had any liquids or food.
“Two apples,” I said. “I have two Honeycrisps in my backpack.”
They told me to take out the apples and put them in a tray, which I did.
The thing of it is, I forgot this.
I realized my mistake once I had passed thru security and was waiting for my bags to follow. Once it was too late (or perhaps unwise) to shout, Wait. I forgot the apples in my suitcase!
But forgotten them I had, and I stood there watching the TSA agent staring at his screen, clearly examining the image of my suitcase with great focus.
Then he pushed a button, and my blue suitcase emerged from the scanner. He looked over at me looking sheepishly back at him. He neither frowned nor smiled. That was just that.
October is apple season in Michigan. Those Honeycrisps must not have been the only ones.