Hey, it’s the autumnal equinox, the first official day of fall. A nip in the air, a bite of an apple.
Maybe I read too much Robert Frost at an impressionable age, but the fruit and the season are linked in my brain. The only thing is, I am hardly ever inclined to eat a whole apple out of hand. It’s not that we’re confined to Granny Smith and Red Delicious anymore—you can choose from an ever-expanding menu of apple varieties, from heirloom to recently hybridized. But like so many foods in America, most apples have gotten too large. You can’t really commit to an apple the size of a grapefruit either. I was afraid I was done with apple-eating now.
So I was pleased to receive a gift of apples called Lil Snappers this week—apples grown to be right size for a snack or a child’s lunch sack. An apple you can eat right down to the core.
Is this the beginning of right-sizing American food? Probably not. But it made my day.