On Saturday, I checked the two apples remaining on my little tree, and when I gently lifted one up to see if it was ready to harvest, it came off in my hand. That was my clue, I guess, that it was ready.
I took it inside, washed it, polished it, and sliced it up. I liked it. It was crisp and a bit tangy without being sour. I decided right then that I would not get rid of my tree, as I had thought about doing. The tag on the tree said it was a Red Delicious, which I don’t really like all that much, but I think it is more likely a McIntosh, so I’m keeping my tree.
On Sunday, I harvested the second apple, or actually, it harvested itself. When I went out to the garden, I found it on the ground, so I ate it, too.
That’s it, the entire harvest, eaten in one weekend. I guess I won’t be figuring out how well this particular variety of apple holds up in storage, at least not this year. I still may get a couple more dwarf apple trees, either this fall or this spring, but if I do, I’ll probably mail order them so I have more choices.
The picture of the apple isn’t all that flattering. Trust me, after I cleaned it up, it looked quite nice. I never sprayed the tree, so the apples did have a few spots on them. But that didn’t affect the flavor. A lot of people don’t want to grow apples, because they think they have to spray them all the time. Not so, if you are willing to accept some imperfections.