October 31, 2021

The Apple of My Eye

Oh joy. Oh bliss.

I grew up in Kelowna BC. At that time fruit growing was the heart and soul of the town. I grew up around and in orchards, and my first jobs were picking fruit.

So I believed that I knew what made a good apple.

Oh my God. I was so wrong. This apple was grown in France, purchased in France, and gobbled down in pure delight and amazement. There has never been an Okanagan apple that is remotely close to this fruit.

The texture. The taste. The smell. Everything about it is just divine.

And everything that I have been told about Kelowna apples is pure nonsense.

This is what an apple should be.