Apple cider and peanuts. Or, as I like to call it, my “Autumn Cleanse.” I grew up eating peanuts, and drank a good deal of apple cider as well. But, as I’ve aged, both have become the kind of foods that tend to spark intense intestinal activity. Not anything sudden or massive, like the bowel event I fondly refer to as “death butt explosion.” No, this is more of a steady rectal creep, scouring the walls of my innards as it marches towards a porcelain basin splashdown. It’s not something I seek, mind you, but rather a price I’m willing to pay on occasion for an autumn snacking ritual with unintentional benefits – or burdens, depending on how you look at it. Just thought I’d share. Ain’t that generous of me?