When I was a kid, there were two kinds of apples: red and green. When did they start making so many different varieties? I am not sure who I mean by they... God? Apple farmers (or should they be called Orchardists?)? Aggies? Whoever they are, there are A LOT of apples to choose from.
My number one favorite apple of all time is the Honeycrisp. They are expensive and worth every penny of the standard $2.99 per pound. They simply cannot be beat. It is hard to see a bag of apples cross the HEB scanner for upwards of $9 or so, but it must be done. The window of opportunity to enjoy them is relatively small- so spending restriction be damned.
As the Honeycrisp season draws to a close, we are forced to eat substandard apples. Red Delicious, quite honestly, is our last resort. First we rotate through Pink Ladies, Granny Smith, and occasionally Macintosh or Gala, and then the dreaded Red Delicious- which by the by, might need renaming- if you ask me. None compare to the ever superior Honeycrisp. I try to trick the kids into eating the imposters by making letters and shapes with the pieces, but alas most dinners they are refused.
Today as I opened the car door to unload Stratton at school, my lunch bag fell out of the car. Out rolled my bowl of leftovers and my apple. I caught the bowl of left overs but the apple rolled under the car before I could grab it. Campbell was standing on the sidewalk smiling and smirking.
"What's so funny?" I asked her.
"I don't fink you will be eating an apple today, Mommy."
"Why?"
"Because your Old Lady just rolled into the drain."
Indeed. My Old Lady had rolled under the car and into the drain. For a Honeycrisp I might have considered a rescue mission, but it was just an Old Lady, after all.
Funny, funny girl.
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