Gravenstein is August's gem, and it is here. It's wonderfully crisp, and so bracingly tart that I saw a vendor at farmers market warn off a customer who expressed a preference for Galas. ¶
One of many pleasures of exploring an unfamiliar area on two wheels is the discovery of apples. But are there apples to be had, so early in the season?
At farmers market today only one kind of apple, from just one vendor. Not a great sign for this year's harvest, but if I had to pick just one of the earlys it would be this one: Pristine.