So I made a special trek out to the apple farm (nameless because I'm going to whine...) to buy my beloved Jonathan apples this past weekend. I always go the second Saturday of September and buy enough to get me through November.
Got them home and eagerly tried one. Awful! Hard, tart and generally impossible to eat.
Okay--maybe one of those other yucky apples got mixed in. I'll wait and try another before I get nervous.
Nope. Sitting on my desk is another inedible apple.
I called the farm to ask if it was possible the apples had been mislabeled. Unlikely. They only had Jonathan and Galas this past weekend and there is no way on earth this was a Gala. Most likely it's the dry season.
So what is a broken-hearted midwestern gal supposed to do with a peck of inedible apples?
I see lots of applesauce in my future.
Sigh...
Jennifer
