All this apple talk makes me wish Christmas would come faster. Every year Dad gives people gift pack of a selection of apples. I don't know the name of the company but he gets a variety pack of unusual apples that you dont' find in the grocery store.

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My fave apple is the Pink Lady!

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Me, a cheater? How you say??

When DH & I first lived together in SF, we had a dwarf Red Delicious apple tree. This little thing was shorter than me. One fall it didn't do anything in the way of fruit. The next year we had like 50 pounds of the biggest, sweetest, crunchiest apples ever. No supermarket fruit could compare.

Now I wanna get an apple and some Cheddar cheese. Then for dessert, a piece of blueberry Stilton from Trader Joe's, washed down with Irish whiskey.

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askye, probably Harry & David.

Love H&D, love love love.

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I like the Granny Smith apples, but really any crisp apple. I put some on the grill last week stuffed with walnuts and raisins and they were very yummy. Not crisp though.

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When I was child, walking to school through 5 miles of foot deep snow, Red Delicious were delicious. Crisp and sweet. A sinecure for what ailed you. An apple a day kept the doctor away for years! But then, as Cash said, they bred for beauty, for the apple that the witch gave Snow White, a seduction of surface with poison and bitterness at its heart.

There was a house at the end of a dead-end street off my street, that had some red delicious trees. Those apples were much better (particularly in texture) than the red delicious you get in stores--a different fruit, nearly--but still, they're not my kind of apple because they are sweet.

I like them so crisp that when you start to take a bite, a chunk snaps off, and so tart you pucker up, after.

When I was first pregnant with Ben, we got apples from an apple farm, while we were in Maine for the weekend. They were the best apples (Mac, or a Mac-mix) I've ever had. Being pregnant, my already acute sense of smell was nearly a super power. I remember catching a whiff of my fingers after eating an apple, and being surprised the scent lingered the way a perfume would.

I felt all hear me roar, for I am a bringer of life and closer to the earth.

The next day, I noticed my hands had the same smell, even though I'd been up and about, showered, washed my hair, gone out, etc., and done all kinds of things, but had not eaten an apple.

I was smelling the Ivory Liquid hand soap.

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Cindy, that's FUNNY.

I like Honeycrisp. They are of the yum.

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Plei, I walked around telling Scott, my mother, father, and anyone else who happened to be at the cottage, "I can smell those apples on my hand. Those are the most fragrant apples I've ever come across."

Over. And over. And over. D'oh.

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Popping in to wish P-C a happy birthday, and offering mega-sized punctuation to those who need it. I tried to meara, but I accidently closed the window instead of minimizing it when someone walked into the office. Serves me right for not using WordPad, but at least I got no strange looks from my cow-orker.

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Over. And over. And over. D'oh.

BWAH!!

I second the Honeycrisp love. So yummy. But, they can be hard to find around here. So I go to Fujis and Galas as a standard because they are always available.

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