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.
Cindy, that's FUNNY.
I like Honeycrisp. They are of the yum.
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.
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.
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.
I'm totally having a braeburn and peanut butter for dinner tonight.
My day has improved. Pookah ate his stitches, but didn't otherwise harm his incision, so we just had to put a collar on him. The collar is comedy gold. He also pooped in the vet's waiting room, which meant I didn't have to stand around in the rain waiting for him to get the idea it's supposed to be done outside. Not good in the long term, but I'm all about the short-term gratification today.
I went to the grocery store to buy wet wipes and ended up getting everything for salad and chili. Chili with sharp cheddar and diced tomatoes on top, flour tortillas on the side--that's gonna be dinner.
The apple thing reminds me of my mom. She brought Fujis when she came to visit.
Mom: Oh I love Fujis! They're the best apple!
Me: They're really good, but I like Gala's a little bit better.
Mom: No. Fujis are the best.
She doesn't like it when people disagree with her. Thank heavens I'm not a subject of that kingdom anymore.
I've never had a honeycrisp. I miss living in Oregon where we got plums and nuts and berries, peaches, apples, pears...all the good stuff, right off the tree/bush/other.
I do still have a headache. It comes and goes in waves, from behind my left eye to the back of my head. Right now I'm sitting still, drinking diet coke, and relaxing before chili creation time, though, and that is good.
I'm totally having a braeburn and peanut butter for dinner tonight.
Ahh, another one with the apple and peanut butter love. DH doesn't get it. In fact, he has to leave the room; it makes him queasy. I married a very strange man.
Apple and peanut butter makes him queasy? I don't get it. I love the apple/peanut butter combo.
Eh, but then again, nacho cheese flavored tortilla chips make me queasy, so who am I to talk?
There is no better thing to do with an apple, than eat it with peanut butter.
Or cheese.
Or in a pie.
