We grabbed only four apples from an orchard in La Crosse yesterday, and as soon as we arrived at our hotel and bit into one, we knew we made a mistake: we should’ve grabbed a whole bag. It was the best apple I’ve ever eaten; extremely crisp, the skin was thinly stretched over the fruit like a water balloon filled to capacity and it took barely any force to break into it; the fruit was so full of juice you needed to swallow multiple times with every bite; and the taste was both tart like a Granny Smith and sweet like a Honey Crisp. Fresh, in-season apples are so superior to the Crapples™ supermarkets sell that I don’t think I’ll derive any joy whatsoever from eating one for the rest of my days.
So anyway, we were not going to make the same mistake again. Today we made a b-line from our hotel to an orchard, and were pleasantly surprised when they offered a “u-pick” option. How could we not?