Apple

I ate this apple at lunchtime today.

I wanted to know how good the four apples were that our old backyard tree accomplished this year. So I have been eating them, regardless of their sometimes twisted shape and superficial scab.

And they haven't been bad eating. This one, picked a week ago and left in a bag with its siblings and some apples from another tree, was sweet and tasty though a little dry and perhaps even mealy -- if that is the right word for apple-meat like that of russets, say. It has obvious problems (like: who'd ever buy something looking like this!?), but altogether I am impressed with the quality.

The tree had produced *five* apples, but one was blown down and lost in the hurricane (Larry) that went through here almost two months ago. I picked the others when frost seemed like a certainty. This was the ugliest of the lot, by the way. And I'm showing its pretty face here.