Honeycrisp for you and me
I spent a lot of money on produce last night. I went to Hy-Vee at like 10 p.m. and bought double-digit figures’ worth of apples. But no, my friends, these were not ordinary apples. These were Honeycrisp apples, which sounds gross (because who wants crisp honey? And who wants an apple that tastes like honey? Too sweet) but are ambrosia in apple form. Holy crap, they’re really good. They’re not as sweet as the name would indicate, and they have a wonderful crunchy-yet-light texture. They’re really fabulous and available only for a limited time. I don’t think I would bake with them; they’re better for eating raw, because it’s the texture that’s the best part, and cooking would destroy that.
I don’t feel too bad about it, because my last produce binge was at the Farmers’ Market, and I spent five bucks and got about a thousand pounds of onions, garlic, and various squash. Which reminds me, I need to make another batch of squash soup. That’s some good stuff.
