Being on The Apple Isle has got me thinking apples apples apples. Drawing together the apple memories and stories, such as….
Remember, not so long ago we where picking apples in southern Germany? On our friends hillside orchard, views out to the Uracher hills and villages dotted below. Blue blue sky, crisp air, wood smoke and birds a’twitter, Lily yodelling and general early autumnal happiness
If we managed to bag an apple with the unwieldy picker instead of it catapulting down the hill and being too bruised to eat, we where cheering!. Sitting in an apple tree with a fresh scented apple to munch and crunch. Oh joy. One of my all time favourite fruits! This unnamed apple variety was crisp and tart/sweet perfection with a beautifully blushed skin. Somewhat like a Cox’s Orange Pippin. It was early picking days but our friends where away for the month and we where leaving for Australia in two days so we picked what we could to store in their cellar. Maybe I actually forgot to put them in the cellar after all…
I loved the talk of the apples, the different trees and when they fruited and which month or weather marked the picking and end of season, which apples stored until January, which ones needed eating directly, which ones where better after a few months in the cellar, which ones where for stewing and which for brewing.
Why are the ripest apples always out of reach? Shining up at the sun….
We just visited The Apple Shed museum, brewery and restaurant just north of Huonville, but that’s another apple story!