When I saw apricots at seven for a dollar on the fruit stand, I figured it was worth it: cheap fruit is good fruit, usually. It took a little hunting to find seven I liked--too many were overripe--but find them I did.
I peeled the label off one and ate it, a few minutes ago. I'd looked at the label to see where the fruit was from, and noticed that, under California, it said "aprium." Okay, fine, that sounds like an indoor garden planted in April.
One piece of ripe fruit and a Web search later, "aprium" turns out to be a (trademarked) apricot-plum hybrid. It's not as intensely, essentially apricot as I'd have preferred--but it was actually ripe, and ripe apricots have become a rarity in New York markets.
I peeled the label off one and ate it, a few minutes ago. I'd looked at the label to see where the fruit was from, and noticed that, under California, it said "aprium." Okay, fine, that sounds like an indoor garden planted in April.
One piece of ripe fruit and a Web search later, "aprium" turns out to be a (trademarked) apricot-plum hybrid. It's not as intensely, essentially apricot as I'd have preferred--but it was actually ripe, and ripe apricots have become a rarity in New York markets.
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