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"How do you best describe the taste of an apple?"
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I was tempted to say 'appley', but I REALLY want to Tracy Chevalier book so know I must try harder. I've just cut a slice of a cox and closed my eyes and crunched and slurped ... its the textures that are the main feature. But what is the taste? Actually nothing very much. It's that time of year, I suppose. But a freshly picked Gladstone Pippin from the garden would taste of childhood for me.
Different apples have different descriptions, for me the first thing is the crunch or not as you bite through the skin whatever the colour, the bang of taste as it explodes into your mouth, the tang or sweet the smell of it under your nose and the feeling of it being every one of that type of apple you have every eaten, of summer days and picnics, or beaches and days in the sun, of autumn and early frost and the promise of winter to come! The scent and taste of an apple always take me back to my childhood where a piece of fruit meant an apple, small bitter bruised and often left for last behind the sandwich or the crisps, forgotten until youth makes hungry, desperate! Rooted out of a tatty paper bag polished well past common sense and then that moment of bite, eyes closed and hope for more sweet than sour! Coming home on the bus at end of day, walking back up the hill to home, last train form the town, dozing in the car as we wend our way home, return and home with an underlying hope. The taste of apples is not a single thing but a whole drawer of memories opened with every bite.
Crisp and zingy.
Ooh, tricky. My favourites are coxes, I love the crisp, sharp tang you get as you bite in, and the sweetness as you eat, and the scent of the apple as you eat it, adding up to autumn in a bite.
The taste of an apple is like . . . the feeling of boots on fresh snow; the smell of Sunday afternoon lawns; the bright fresh green of April leaves, and the sharp clear sound of the blackbird at dawn.
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