Apology
Dear McIntosh apple,
I'm so sorry. I messed up big time - I strayed. I let myself be seduced by others - the Gala, the Fuji... Their siren songs were so powerful. I fell for the sweetness of the Fuji. I succombed to the cute speckles of the little Gala. I deserted you, my long-time favorite, for some sickly-sweet, coquettish flavor of the month. Damn my fickle taste! Damn my disloyalty!
I am here to ask for your forgiveness, dear McIntosh. I have found you again, and I will never, ever let you go. Sweet means nothing to me without the bite of your tart flesh!
Signed,
kaz
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2 comments:
I'm a delicious man.
And a delicious man needs a Delicious apple. Red or golden, it matters not. For if it is Delicious, it is by definition good. Tart, sweet, sharp, crisp, and yummy. Taken cold from the refrigerator, it is the very essence of apple-y goodness.
Delicious: it's not just a good apple, it's truth in advertising. ;)
--- Ajax.
See, I've never really liked the Delicious varieties, despite the tempting name. The Goldens are alright, especially for apple pie making, but the Reds - meh. Sorry! ;)
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