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.
Honeycrisp apples are good, yes. For my money, though, you just can’t beat a nice tart Granny Smith. Once in a while you get one that has the perfect balance of sweet and tart, and I reckon that’s as close as one can get to apple Nirvana on this dumb ol’ rock.
I wonder where those Honeycrisp you bought came from. I heard this past weekend that all the local orchards were shipping apples in from WI on account of the late frost wiping out the harvest here.
Yeah, I bet the Hy-Vee ones were imported from another state. I was sad to hear about the poor yield this year, because I enjoy a good apple-picking out at Wilson’s.
Mmm. The Honeycrisp is the culmination of apple cultivation, in my humble opinion. So good, so good. We discovered them in Minnesota, when we lived there and they were plentiful. They have only been available to the buying public since 1991.
I for one, welcome our new apple overlords.