I pit APPLES!

To the bolded - was that maybe a Pink Lady?

I probably eat apples in the most wimpiest way here despite my love for them. I eat them cut up into pieces with no core and all nicely scraped. The only thing that is left is the white stuff and the peel.

Anyway, coincidentally I am making apple pie for the first time of my life tomorrow. And even more coincidentally, it is mothers day the day after!

No, I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten a Pink Lady that didn’t come from the supermarket. The apple I was forgetting is the Lowry

Anyone who genuinely, honestly believes that apples are tasteless lumps of mush from the supermarket is invited to come visit me in semi-rural Central Pennsylvania. We grow apples that are so damn awesome that I don’t even bother to buy them at the supermarket anymore unless the weekly farmer’s markets are on their monthly winter schedule. There’s something incredible about eating fruit that was grown on a tree I’ve driven past before.

And my favorite variety, the Nittany, is the best thing to come out of Penn State since Route 322!