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You know, I never thought I was an apple fan.
I’d buy them from the supermarket, mainly because they were the cheapest of fruits to buy, usually. I’d eat them out of obligation and commitment to fruit consumption, but rather begrudgingly because they had little taste and a floury texture.
But this last summer/autumn season has changed my mind. And it’s not because they’ve been free, or foraged, donated or garbage-bin picked, it’s because finally after almost fifty years, I’ve found apples that taste like apples, or how I remember them tasting when I was a kid.
We’ve stewed, dehydrated, eaten fresh (black bits and all). We’ve sliced, diced and chopped. And I have been extremely, happily, surprised.
We’ve taken apples from my dad’s back yard.
Been gifted with them from a client.
Found a few whole ones in a rubbish bin.
Found them on a remote country lane and roadside, thank you for random trees in the middle of nowhere.
And the thing most of them have in common is that none of them came from Woolworths!