Apples and Oranges

As fall has officially arrived here on the East coast, we've entered my favorite time of the produce year: Apple Season! I love apples. Love them. I could eat 3 apples a day, I kid you not. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, I want apples in all of my meals. It's ridiculous to begin with, and sometimes gets completely out of hand.

With all this nonsense about apples, I want to finally admit to the world: I am an apple snob. I like all types of apples, don't get me wrong, but I will flat out refuse a Red Delicious, and don't get me started on Goldens... yuk. I like Granny Smith enough to buy them, but in my heart there is only place for one perfect kind of apple: the McIntosh. It is the very apex of apple perfection: tart yet sweet. Crunchy, but not too much. A pretty combination of red and green. And I think it is delicious.

A lot of people look down on the McIntosh. It's not good for baking, they say, because it loses too much moisture or it falls too much. Bah! Humbug. That's totally bogus. How could you say anything bad about the apple that inspired the Apple brand, the Macintosh computer? I want you to go to the store and pick up at least 3 pounds of McIntosh apples. They're good for you. They're delicious in pies. Or apple butter, or cider, or bread, or cake, or however else you want to eat them. Just eat them, and rejoice in there delicious, tarty, juicy goodness. You are welcome.