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As A Result Of Receiving...
Apr. 30th, 2007 06:51 pm...some choice denigration on the subject of pink ladies, I have been moved to experiment.
Having never sampled a Braeburn apple from the same shop as the Pink Lady I ethused about not so long ago, I had to agree that I may have just had the lone bad example or five in previous times. To test this hypothesis, today I briefly became the proud owner of a shiny M&S Braeburn apple. I say briefly, as the remaining core is now sitting in front of me on my desk as I write this.
Today's apple and the reference Pink Lady came from the same aisle in the same shop,1 and were bought within ninety-six hours of each other from adjacent trays. They both spent the same time being carried home in two small charrier bags, before being briefly washed under the same tap and dried with a tea towel hitherto unused since its last wash. Both were eaten immediately after being pronounced dry by inspection.
Short of buying one of each and eating them on the shop floor, I couldn't do much more to make it a fair test outside of laboratory sealed conditions.
Shortly after biting into today's apple, I was affacted with a huge sense of how underwhelming the taste was, and that, in fact, the memory I had of Braeburn apples being quite boring in their flavour wasn't particularly off. As I continued to enjoy (it was an apple, after all) the snack, I couldn't help wishing that this was a Pink Lady, and decided to buy one tomorrow to make up for it.
As I experience the aftertaste, there is something of the slight tanginess that I quite enjoy about Braeburn apples, and had indeed forgotten, but that on its own isn't even close to being able to prove that I had previously known bad examples, and that Pink Ladies weren't the best apples on the planet.
1. Marks & Spencer, Bath
Having never sampled a Braeburn apple from the same shop as the Pink Lady I ethused about not so long ago, I had to agree that I may have just had the lone bad example or five in previous times. To test this hypothesis, today I briefly became the proud owner of a shiny M&S Braeburn apple. I say briefly, as the remaining core is now sitting in front of me on my desk as I write this.
Today's apple and the reference Pink Lady came from the same aisle in the same shop,1 and were bought within ninety-six hours of each other from adjacent trays. They both spent the same time being carried home in two small charrier bags, before being briefly washed under the same tap and dried with a tea towel hitherto unused since its last wash. Both were eaten immediately after being pronounced dry by inspection.
Short of buying one of each and eating them on the shop floor, I couldn't do much more to make it a fair test outside of laboratory sealed conditions.
Shortly after biting into today's apple, I was affacted with a huge sense of how underwhelming the taste was, and that, in fact, the memory I had of Braeburn apples being quite boring in their flavour wasn't particularly off. As I continued to enjoy (it was an apple, after all) the snack, I couldn't help wishing that this was a Pink Lady, and decided to buy one tomorrow to make up for it.
As I experience the aftertaste, there is something of the slight tanginess that I quite enjoy about Braeburn apples, and had indeed forgotten, but that on its own isn't even close to being able to prove that I had previously known bad examples, and that Pink Ladies weren't the best apples on the planet.
1. Marks & Spencer, Bath
