Since September, I've been scouring the tables at the farmers market, rooting expectantly into crates and bins, pestering vendors with questions of when, now, yet? I've politely accepted samples of Honeycrisps (they're very sweet) and respectfully listened to extolments of Pink Ladys ("a lovely eating apple"). I've bought a few Spitzenbergs ("these were Jefferson's favorite, you know"). More market days and with them more venerable cultivars, and then last Sunday, I finally spot my quarry, the Arkansas Black apple.
Felicia Friesema Arkansas Black apples
If you're not already a devotee, allow me to wax rhapsodic about this particular heirloom -- and then we can talk about my recipe for Arkansas Black apple pie.More »