The Greenmarket is full of apples now, and there seem to be more varieties than ever. I love this time of year; apples are one of the few fruits that New York does better than California, which means that I'm never homesick in the fall (unlike the summer, when I miss good peaches, plums, nectarines, melons and low humidity).
Like racehorses, I tend to pick apples based on how much I like their names. This is how I stumbled upon the glorious GoldRush.
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