tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647355176632077968.post2784225052270988585..comments2024-03-28T19:30:05.381-04:00Comments on Adam's Apples: Stayman **Adamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06245776593991049317noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647355176632077968.post-38231986457904785882022-03-11T13:16:17.738-05:002022-03-11T13:16:17.738-05:00Stayman! A bushel or two every autumn from Styers ...Stayman! A bushel or two every autumn from Styers Orchard in Langhorne PA. My mom would put up quarts of sauce. Apple pies. This is an awesome complete varietal for sweet cider-and now referenced to your post today on hard cider varietal-that must be a fine brew.Gil Schieberhttp://www.skipleyfarm.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647355176632077968.post-59848990695194894132008-10-14T11:12:00.000-04:002008-10-14T11:12:00.000-04:00Roger, thank you. Most of my postings are descript...Roger, thank you. Most of my postings are descriptions of apples, and I fear that en masse they are repetative to the point of monotony: shape-blush-flesh-taste, the same form even though each variety is different.<BR/><BR/>Writing them that way is making me a more mindful and appreciative taster, athough, and will be useful next year when I am deciding what to buy. So I'm glad youy enjoy them too.Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11318661139598557285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647355176632077968.post-56902540779958857062008-10-13T02:08:00.000-04:002008-10-13T02:08:00.000-04:00Write what you know. Very cool indeed. I'm looking...Write what you know. Very cool indeed. I'm looking forward to reading through all your back posts.(I was getting tired of all the political chitchat at the LRY yahoo group anyway.) I was an Ohio boy. Grew up in the middle of nowhere in south west corner of the state. There were the remnants of early apple orchards all over that part of the state. All gone by now I'm sure. I remember one fall going with my dad to a historical farm north of Dayton, Ohio. They had preserved and expanded the original orchard that had begun there back in the 1800's. It was pretty rough and not well pruned. But, almost every tree seemed to be a different variety of apple. It was sort of a hidden treasure. I don't think most visitors even knew it was there. I can still remember the wonder and joy I felt at finding this little time capsule and tasting a dozen different kinds of apples in short order. No labels of any kind, so I had no idea what I was tasting. The world is full of little miracles, all you have to do is keep your eyes open and step off the beaten path. Thanks for prompting the recall of a wonderful memory.<BR/>Roger Smart rogsmart@yahoo.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com