It comes for you at twilight and evaporates at dawn
Rabbit belated rabbit! We are now three days into my birthday month and I am putting my head up from the run of appointments, relatives, and holiday, which was celebrated last night with my parents and husbands and briefly my brother. Tonight for dinner
spatch and I made deli sandwiches at home, a delicious change from the recent stint of peanut butter. I will have to get some coleslaw before the corned beef runs out.
Our apples this year were provided by
nineweaving, all heirloom varieties. So far the clear favorite has been the the Ashmead's Kernel, which tastes like ground-fall russeted cider, with a strong secondary showing from the Hudson's Golden Gem, crisp and creamy at once. The Wickson Crab has a bright ornamental look, as though bunches of it should be garnishing a hat, and the danger lies in not popping them like cherries. The Chestnut Crab was shockingly sweet for anything of its name, but could have been crunchier. We are already looking at the schedule for Cider Days.
Over dinner with
spatch: "It's a good thing Halloween was invented. I don't know what Ray Bradbury would have done with himself."
Our apples this year were provided by
Over dinner with

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I wish I could try those apples. My current favorite apple is the Envy.
That line about Ray Bradbury made me laugh. (It is certainly true.)
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Thank you!
I wish I could try those apples. My current favorite apple is the Envy.
I don't think I know that one! What is it like?
The heirloom apples have come from a local farmers' market, so maybe would show up similarly for you, depending on what your apple-growing scene is like.
That line about Ray Bradbury made me laugh. (It is certainly true.)
Thanks! (I'm not even sure what we had been discussing beyond possibly the flavors of the different apples we were having with honey for dessert, but.)
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That's really neat. I've never had an apple with almond butter. I usually just eat them except for Rosh Hashanah.