appleposting

ancient little English apple from 1785. A bit pippin/crablike, and supposedly spiced.

sweetness: 4/10

crispness: 6/10

Narrative significance: 6/10

essence: 8/10

heaven is a place on earth and it’s the co-op worker who knew all about English apples and gave me infinite samples (i tried ananas reinette, scott’s winter, and ashmead’s kernel which is apparently prominently featured in a book i now have to read). she, too, appreciated the nonsensical and joyful art of apple tasting.

I never thought a relation of the golden delicious would ever bring me solace on a cold and lonesome Tuesday, but sometimes a yellow apple simply beckons from the grocery shelf, waxy and bright like the extracted bulb of a freshly polished traffic light. The Opal is trademarked and snack-worthy, albeit texturally unremarkable. This was the first apple I carried around like an accessory, mostly because it is visually uncanny for a fruit — certainly brighter than a pear and smoother than a lemon. Closest to a squash, if anything.

sweetness: 8/10

crispness: 6/10

narrative significance: 3/10

essence: 5/10