The sign at the farmer's market described this as being like Mcintosh, but "sweeter and crisper." It seemed worth a try.
I am reminded that Sparta was never known for its food.
Crisper, maybe. Sweeter, possibly. But also blander.
To be fair, this has been sitting out on a counter for a few hours, drying off (it was raining this morning). I just wiped the other three with a towel, just in case, and put them in the refrigerator. I like my apples chilled, but do not have high hopes for this variety. I think next week it'll be gala, mcintosh, or macoun: apples I know I like.
(Unfortunately, both Esopus Spitzenburg and NY 652 are early-season apples that don't store well, so those are gone until next September.)
I am reminded that Sparta was never known for its food.
Crisper, maybe. Sweeter, possibly. But also blander.
To be fair, this has been sitting out on a counter for a few hours, drying off (it was raining this morning). I just wiped the other three with a towel, just in case, and put them in the refrigerator. I like my apples chilled, but do not have high hopes for this variety. I think next week it'll be gala, mcintosh, or macoun: apples I know I like.
(Unfortunately, both Esopus Spitzenburg and NY 652 are early-season apples that don't store well, so those are gone until next September.)
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Mind you, I may be overly-influenced by childhood memories of the 'Rambo' apples stolen from an abandoned orchard in Trilby, Ohio -- one that was planted with trees obtained from John Chapman.
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