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Malus Aforethought
My apple-buying habits have changed over the years. Back in the day, I remember feeling that Golden Delicious apples were the bee's knees, but now I'd only eat one of the pallid pap globes if desperate. What changed - my taste, or the strain? Reliability is another factor. At its best, nothing beats a Cox's Orange Pippin - which is also the most beautiful of apples, appearing to have rolled out of a Chardin - but it often isn't at its best, and when it falls short it can be a very ordinary fruit indeed. Pink Lady and Granny Smith are similarly variable, both suffering a tendency to waxiness that can lead to heartbreaking disappointment, especially in the case of the pricey Pink Lady. In recent years, I've found Jazz offers the best overall combination of taste, texture and reliability, but it's usually quite expensive. Braeburn too is reliable, if not quite as tasty. Royal Gala is better than Golden Delicious, but still disappointingly bland. And then there's Russet, which offers the apple equivalent of Rupert Brooke's "rough male kiss of blankets" - a lovely apple, but not for every day.
What are your dessert apple choices? How do you rate the ones I've mentioned, and which others would you recommend?
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What are your dessert apple choices? How do you rate the ones I've mentioned, and which others would you recommend?
[Poll #1901037]
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I find that there are few kinds of apples available. I like Braeburn, Gala, Granny Smith. Probably in that order. I cook with apples too, so I like one that holds up.
I wish there were more varieties available.
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Cooking apples are a whole other ball game. We had a couple of Bramley trees when I was a child, and I grew up on pies, crumbles and charlottes made from them, so I think I have a natural Bramley bias.
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I did a semester abroad in Oxford when I was in college, and while I was there lived mainly on oatmeal and stewed Bramley apples.
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But here under the apple tree
I loved and watched and pruned
With gnarled hands
In the long, long years;
Here under the roots of this northern-spy
To move in the chemic change and circle of life,
Into the soil and into the flesh of the tree,
And into the living epitaphs
Of redder apples!
--Edgar Lee Masters
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