A friend visiting my home this week mentioned the crab apple tree on the side of the house had bent limbs from all the fruit.
“What apple tree?”
“That one by the mailbox. You know. There are little apples all over the ground?”
“Those are apples? Are you sure?”
“I’m not trying to poison you, dummy.”
We walked outside and he ate a handful of the tiny golden red orbs to prove his point.
Huh. Buckets of fruit at my fingertips, growing in my own yard and I had no idea.
Of course I quickly played around in the kitchen to see what I could make, landing on spiced crab apple jelly for the first run.
Next up: apple chutney.