I like to keep my fruit bowl nice and full. The bowl’s contents aren’t always diverse (every now and then it is filled with bananas and nothing else), but I do start to stress if I’m not in possession of at least a few varieties of produce. Apples are definitely a staple in my house. I was raised on red delicious (always mushy) and granny smith (fine in moderation), so I steered clear of apples for the first few years I lived on my own. And then, somewhere along the way, I discovered what apples really are. Gala! Fuji! Pink Lady! Honeycrisp!
I recently spied these Jazz apples at the good old Market Basket, so I grabbed a couple ($0.99 a pound, each apple weighing about 1/2 pound). They were everything an apple should be — crisp on the outside, sweet and juicy on the inside. And in case you’re wondering, Jazz apples were born in New Zealand and are a hybrid of Gala and Braeburn.
Tagged: apples, Braeburn, Gala, Jazz, market basket, New Zealand
That is true; I remember only mushy apples growing up. Maybe that’s why I am so picky about my apples now.