My new favorite apple. I found some last year, thought they were an aberration, but they’re back! I gathered this info from some foodie site:
“Possibly raised by a settler called John Crawford in Arkansas, USA in the 1840s, and widely grown in Arkansas and Missouri later that century. It is thought to be a seedling of Winesap. This apple is notable for the extremely dark coloration, which becomes almost black after storage.”
All I can say is that the Arkansas black apple is super crisp and tart/sweet. The best way for an apple to be.
You know, everyone thinks Eve tempted Adam with an apple, but it was really a quince, possibly a pomegranate. Can you imagine being tempted by a quince? A quince is the queen of tart fruits, like suck in your cheeks, pucker, tart. I use them to make outstanding jam, but I have a hard time imagining Adam saying - yeah, sure, give me a bite of that. Now a pomegranate makes sense…in the Mediterranean, it is considered the fruit of love.
Okay, I’m blabbing. Monday, Rebecca from Dirty Sexy Books (no commas) will be here to discuss happy endings.
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Interesting information.
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I believe in apples! Thanks ladies.
There’s an orchard north of me that has 20+ varieties of apples. Starting in August and continuing all autumn you can take a old-fashioned bushel basket into the orchard and pick your own apples. The quality and the variety is overwhelming. When my mother-in-law was alive we did this every autumn. We bought apples for everyone we knew and drove home in an RV that smelled like a giant lunch box.
XXOO Kat
Oh Kat, we used to do that when I was a kid - at Al Martin’s Orchard, which no longer exists. I loved the way our car smelled on the drive home. We’d buy fresh-pressed cider too. His apples were incredible - small, crisp, tart, and they’d last all winter in our cold basement. I think the orchard is now a housing development.
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My neighbor LOVES Arkansas black apples. We try to plan our apple picking trip around their season.
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