There I was, innocently traipsing through the Minneapolis farmers' market last week, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Dennis Havlicek and his apples so dear?
I jolted with joy; I shook with terror. The first apples, already?
Yes, the first apples, already. Grown at Havlicek's Orchard in Webster MN, they're the Manitoba-bred heirloom variety Mantet, chestnut-to-lemon sized, creamy and mild. I bought them. I ate half a bag at my desk.
But you know what this means, friends. Apple season is the slippery slope towards storage squash season, which is a slippery slope to darkness and ice-skating season. I mean, repent, the end is nigh!! Or at least use this as your wake-up call: put the pedal to the metal and make the most of summer. The apples have spoken!