The autumn of our discontent
Even for those of us with only two seasons, it is a sad time of year. The impending doom of daylight savings is announced by the arrival of the Summerset peach in the markets mid-September. Despite the tragic name, the Summerset is a tasty peach, and I've never understood why you'd buy an apple when there's still stonefruit afoot.
But for some reason I made the switch early this year: revelation. The early appearance of "heirloom" apples changes everything. Old favorites like Cox's Orange and Queens's own Newtown Pippin are crisper and juicier than later in the year. [Copyeditors: discuss apostrophization of Queens]. New old favorites like the Rhode Island Greening at left seem to be making a comeback. Diversity is the spice of fruit too. Which is why I'm still buying all the peaches I can eat.
I'll have more for you later, includingt my long-awaited reaction to the Saveur redesign, but in the meantime you can check out the first review of the Julie Powell book, in the LA Times, natch. Douchebag goes easy on her for some reason.