I was walking through the produce aisle of the market and I stumbled upon this beauty here. It was the most glorious apple I'd ever seen. We're talking fairy tale perfect. And it was called...Rome. Could I dare hope that they had finally created an apple that was both pretty and tasty? With a name like Rome, it seemed not only plausible but inevitable that this would be the most delicious apple of all time.
I rushed home, snapped a couple shots of it to document the gloriousness of it all, then greedily sunk my teeth in...
bleh. Disgusting. Possibly even more revolting than the ironically-named red delicious. The skin was leathery, the meat inside dry and grainy..and the worst part was possibly the red that had seeped through the skin into the apple, making it look like I'd been biting it with heavily bleeding gums.
Bears was seduced by the looks of this one as well and really wanted to try it. After taking a bite, he said "oh dear...it's old, mommy. it's really too old." and handed it back. He's never tried an apple before that he didn't like.
Well. My hat is certainly NOT off to you, apple breeders. Apple geneticists. Whatever you're called.
Alright, here are some random things that Bears has said recently:
Mmmmm....shave cream! I have whiskers, mommy. GET ME SOME DINNERRR!!
Bears: Oooo...more creams!
Me: is that safe, honey?
Bears: it smells like...it smells like safe! mmm! SAFE! Smell, mommy. Smells just like safe, you will see.
(talking on the phone to my dad)
Papa: Bears, do you wanna come up to my house to play tomorrow?
Bears: Oh, yes sir! Right 'way sir!
