Yeah, well, shit happens.
I'd been holding on to some apples for far too long, and the only thing left was something sauce-ish, given the way that most of them looked. It's a shame, because they are organic and locally grown, and quite delicious. I just let time get away from me, and a few blotches turned into a couple of soft spots turned into pre-compost.
One of the dentists in town also has orchards, in addition to other plantly endeavors, which he grows on the family land. He is as much an historian of agriculture as anything, and he can tell you more about the different varieties and names of apples than anyone I've ever met. When he rolls up at the farmers' market, he's got the names written out, literature on the table, and a story to tell about the earliest known date of cultivation of each. I always end up coming home with more than I intended to bring home, definitely more than I paid for (because he heaps in extras) and certainly more than I can remember the names of all of them. Most of the apples are not what you'd call beauties or well-balanced in shape, but damn are they tasty. Tart, crisp, with chewy skins. If it wasn't for the farmers' market, I wouldn't know what a Mutsu was.
I only have two more things left form the farmers' market... a couple of acorn squash. After this and the applesauce, it'll be back to the store-bought deprivation of winter.
But, in the mean time, it appears that my dentist's apples make some mighty fine sauce.
Posted by binky at November 11, 2007 05:50 PM | TrackBack | Posted to Gardening