Instead of eating hunched pleasurably over a book, I look out of the window and chew every mouthful thoroughly, aware of every single oat and nut and dried bit of apple as it goes down.

Fragrant aromas of apple and quince on the nose, accompanied by hints of cashew nut.

Jo: But then things change. I think the squirrel was looking for a nut under the apple tree. We use the here because it's the second mention of the squirrel.