Years ago, my friend and I had a tumblr called Loo York City where we reviewed bar bathrooms in NYC. We had some fun nights drinking at bars and writing up grandiose assessments about life based on where you go pee. The page received no traction whatsoever and we eventually took it down, but I still have local copies of the reviews and reread them more often than I care to admit. The writing is more entertaining and memory-triggering than any free-form journal I ever attempted.

Nowadays, I write beer (and sometimes wine) reviews in a similar matter. I would never post them on untappd or elsewhere because the thought of someone who brewed the beer actually stumbling across something so self-indulgent makes me uneasy, but I have found it to be a fun, low-stakes creative outlet (even if my wife dislikes me writing notes while we're out)

Red Delicious is the sort of apple that a kid finds at their grandparents place, takes one bite and returns it to the fruit bowl.

The flavorless, hard apple you'd find in a school lunch. I remember chucking these into the trash in elementary school in the late 80s and early 90s, where it would land alongside dozens of other "thick-skinned, flavorless, mealy imposters."