The handwritten sign over the bin at Paul’s Market reads, “Best Apples in Store.”
“**Crisp”
“**Tasty”
Since my morning ritual consists of natural crunchy peanut butter and an apple, always crisp, never tart (Ambrosia, Honeycrisp, the occasional Pacific Rose), I grabbed a couple to test eat.
The little sticky labels that are a pain in the ass to pull off read, “Smitten.”
Smitten Apples. Clever designation, that.
Crisp and tasty, they are, and I’m off to the market this afternoon to replenish my supply.
Smitten, indeed.
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And smitten is what we hoopaholics have been, as we were with the Spurs in ’14, with the Golden State Warriors since their beautiful ever in motion panache won them last year’s NBA title, and a record 73 regular season tilts this season. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Thunder Plunder Dubs, Cavs Cruise