I have this daydream once a month or so: upon entering the afterlife, I’m presented with hundreds of piles of food. Each pile is made of one kind of food. Some, like the piles of meat pies, rice and ice-cream, are colossal. Others, like the pile of fermented crocodile penis, are made up of one item. Some kind of spirit angel thing says to me, “this is all the food you’ve ever eaten”. The biggest pile is apples.
This taste test is a bit different to usual. Instead of comparing supermarket brands, we’re looking at a raw product with variable prices and seasonal differences. We couldn’t taste every variety – not all apples are picked at the same time, some fruit earlier or later, and some store better than others. But this time of year, most apples are available at their best (sadly, we were a little early for the cosmic crisp, eve and smitten varieties, and a little late for mi apples and sweetango).
