My father-in-law has been losing his balance and falling over while picking apples from his apple tree. I said I'd do it for him. So yesterday Ailz and I were at the in-laws bungalow and I harvested what was left of the crop. I also picked the pear tree clean of pears.
When I was a kid we had a little orchard at the top of the garden- apples, plums, pears. Rationing was still in force and to have your own source of fresh fruit was enviable. People used to make lots of jam (my father-in-law still does). We had an air-raid shelter in our back yard and that's where we stored the apples we weren't going to use immediately. On pallets, wrapped up in newspaper, in the dark. That place was scary. You had earth piled over you- an artificial hill with an elder bush planted on top- the whitewash was peeling, there were brick-dusty spiderswebs hanging off it and the air was thick with the sweet smell of rotting apple-flesh.
When I was in Cambridge (studying to be a priest) we lived in part of an old rectory and there was a huge, old apple tree at the front. Someone explained to me that the apples were a very rare- if not obsolete- Victorian variety. There were other, smaller apple trees round the back. We were living on bent pins and pocket fluff so it was great to have all that fruit for free.
My ex brother-in law used to be a fruit farmer. I remember visiting him in an orchard once. The grass was full of windfalls- tons and tons of them. "Don't you gather these?" I asked. "No, not economical," he said." This was in the pocket fluff days and I was shocked.
I've read that the apples in the Bible are really pomegranates. Eve's apple was a pomegranate, the apples in the Song of songs were pomegranates. Not the same, is it? Pomegranates are silly, messy, fiddly things. You need utensils to eat them. But an apple you just twist from its stalk and it's yours.
Apples are mythic. Atalanta chases apples, the Hesperides recline beneath an apple tree, King Arthur retires to an apple-island. I shut my eyes and the light is dim and green and there's ground mist between the rows of trees and we're back in the middle ages or the dark ages and something wonderful or terrifying is about to happen. They're all apple trees, of course. Pear trees, plum trees, just wouldn't do.
I like my apples hard and sharp. Those cotton-woolly French apples are an abomination. Cox's Orange Pippin, Braeburn, Granny Smith for eating; Bramley for making sauce or putting in pies.
When I was a kid we had a little orchard at the top of the garden- apples, plums, pears. Rationing was still in force and to have your own source of fresh fruit was enviable. People used to make lots of jam (my father-in-law still does). We had an air-raid shelter in our back yard and that's where we stored the apples we weren't going to use immediately. On pallets, wrapped up in newspaper, in the dark. That place was scary. You had earth piled over you- an artificial hill with an elder bush planted on top- the whitewash was peeling, there were brick-dusty spiderswebs hanging off it and the air was thick with the sweet smell of rotting apple-flesh.
When I was in Cambridge (studying to be a priest) we lived in part of an old rectory and there was a huge, old apple tree at the front. Someone explained to me that the apples were a very rare- if not obsolete- Victorian variety. There were other, smaller apple trees round the back. We were living on bent pins and pocket fluff so it was great to have all that fruit for free.
My ex brother-in law used to be a fruit farmer. I remember visiting him in an orchard once. The grass was full of windfalls- tons and tons of them. "Don't you gather these?" I asked. "No, not economical," he said." This was in the pocket fluff days and I was shocked.
I've read that the apples in the Bible are really pomegranates. Eve's apple was a pomegranate, the apples in the Song of songs were pomegranates. Not the same, is it? Pomegranates are silly, messy, fiddly things. You need utensils to eat them. But an apple you just twist from its stalk and it's yours.
Apples are mythic. Atalanta chases apples, the Hesperides recline beneath an apple tree, King Arthur retires to an apple-island. I shut my eyes and the light is dim and green and there's ground mist between the rows of trees and we're back in the middle ages or the dark ages and something wonderful or terrifying is about to happen. They're all apple trees, of course. Pear trees, plum trees, just wouldn't do.
I like my apples hard and sharp. Those cotton-woolly French apples are an abomination. Cox's Orange Pippin, Braeburn, Granny Smith for eating; Bramley for making sauce or putting in pies.
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Date: 2007-10-08 02:35 pm (UTC)I have a huge bowl of windfalls on my table at this moment. The secret seems to be to go out while it's still thick jumper temperature, before it's warm enough for the wasps.
But wasn't Eve's fruit just that - fruit unspecified?
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:09 pm (UTC)Adam lay ybounden,
Bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter
Thought he not too long.
And all was for an apple,
An apple that he took,
As clerkès finden
Written in their book.
Ne had the apple taken been,
The apple taken been,
Ne had never our lady
Abeen heavenè queen.
Blessèd be the time
That apple taken was,
Therefore we moun singen,
Deo gracias!
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:30 pm (UTC)If you weren't across the ocean, I'd find a way to send you some.
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Date: 2007-10-08 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 03:52 pm (UTC)When I lived in Michigan in the early 1980s, there was an old couple at Farmers Market who sold "antique" varieties of apples from their orchard, including one called "Arkansas Black." Those were small, very dark (hence the "black"), hard, and very tart, and I just couldn't get enough of them! When I moved to Seattle and came back to visit, I filled my suitcase with them... Later my parents had a tree of Arkansas Blacks and sent me a box, but they weren't the same -- I think the variety had been messed with to make the apples big -- they were pretty but not as tasty. I haven't had a "real" Arkansas Black since.
I have some good apples from Whole Foods right now -- Empires. Hard and tart.
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:33 pm (UTC)I spent part of my childhood in Kent- "the garden of England"- where the main crops are hops and apples.
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 04:46 pm (UTC)It's sad that there are so few varieties of apple for sale today. We're told that supermarket customers will only buy fruit that conforms to a platonic ideal- all rosy and waxy and not too big and not too small.
The variety growing on my pa-in-law's tree (I I forget the name) are not of a kind you'll find in the shops. I guess it devolves on the private gardener to keep the uncommercial breeds alive.
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:50 pm (UTC)Granny Smith for carmel!
I haven't cooked much with apples, though.
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:52 pm (UTC)http://www.treesofantiquity.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=22
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Date: 2007-10-08 07:07 pm (UTC)Here we have plums, oranges, almonds, pears (oddly, they grow here albeit grudgingly),"messy" pomegranates, persimmons, loquats and necatrines in our yard. I don´t use pesticides. I love picking fruit from a tree and NOT seeing a waxy covering on it like you see in the supermarkets.
What a beautiful post! Thank you, Tony.
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Date: 2007-10-08 07:18 pm (UTC)i don't agree, though, about the pomegranates. i find them to have a slightly magical quality about them, all those rubies hidden inside...
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Date: 2007-10-08 07:29 pm (UTC)There's a lovely, ancient apple tree on my parent's farm that I just adore. The fruit are sort of striped yellow and red, squat like fat doughnuts. The flesh is crisp and the flavor is a perfect balance of sweet and tart. Alas, a late freeze robbed us of all fruit this season, something we were lamenting just yesterday while walking under its boughs.
I like pomegranates, though. There was a tree in the back garden, last place I lived in northern California. It was something so foreign to my experience I didn't even know what it was until someone told me. When they ripen fully on the tree, they tend to split open in a most suggestive manner and one can break them apart in pieces and eat them easily with bear hands. Lovely, sensuous things, messy too, but the ones I've bought since in the market were a profound disappointment.
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:13 pm (UTC)I think they are here, too. I just buy them anyway.
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:21 pm (UTC)I love apples, but oranges are my favourite.
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:22 pm (UTC)Pomegranates are still pretty exotic over here. I could probably count the ones I've eaten on the fingers of one hand.
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 09:41 pm (UTC)Pomegranates are still fairly rare over here. I've only ever had them from the shops. I love the idea of being able to pick them off the tree.
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Date: 2007-10-09 08:14 am (UTC)So are apples, really--Arthur's going to an apple-island ties back in.
All related...
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Date: 2007-10-09 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 08:45 am (UTC)Buying oranges over here is very hit and miss. You don't know until you get stuck in whether you've got good batch or not. And price is no guarantee either. I've had cheap oranges that were lovely and expensive ones that were dry and tough.
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Date: 2007-10-09 08:49 am (UTC)If I slight the pomegranate it's because it's still an exotic fruit over here.
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