Continuing on the food theme (I should really buy groceries and eat before blogging), I want to say how much I miss apples.
I love apples…or I did, that is. I grew up with four apple trees, although one had stopped producing and one gave only about three token apples a year. But the other two gave me a lot of joy. I would eat underripe Golden Delicious apples because I couldn’t wait.
The things they sell in the stores are nothing like the crunchiness of a perfectly ripe Golden Delicious. Those at the store are only fit for juice or cider, in my opinon.
The McIntosh apples had to be truly ripe, and you could only eat a few in one sitting, because they have a bit of tartness to them. But they made heavenly juice in our steam juicer, which we also used for grapes.
But apples today have so many waxes and pesticides on them (and apples definitely do require some form of pest control). It’s just that every apple, even somehow some organic ones, seems to taste like mold to me. If I were to bite into moldy bread, it is that taste which these apples have been covered with.
The whole point of an apple is the skin, I think, so I wait—impatiently—for local apples (which have far less chemicals) to come in season. It should be right about now, actually, that I can go and buy a case and be happy for the next few weeks, buy another couple of cases (the last being a bit overripe), and then be sad that they are gone.
The one type of grocery store apple which tastes somewhat less like mold and chemicals is Granny Smith, but that is, of course, my least favorite apple unless I’m cooking. Still, sour is a better taste than mold.
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