English has long used words to describe apples with a similar primal desire and those same hunger provoking adjectives we describe sex. It even has an apple known as the Geeveston Fanny. There are books about specific cultivars, recipes, and long lost orchard romances that sweep through the whole of our collective memory.
This will be about none of that. This is the grist. The meat. A compendium of the experiments and research done by the authour on fruit trees in the Comox Valley.
Experiments mainly conducted for those reasons mentioned above. Lust. Hunger. Passion. And a mouthful of the sticky, sweet, dripping, satisfying pleasures that come from fruit trees.
Apples are deep in the larder of our species, forever part of the pantry we brought with us as we explored the earth. They are everywhere we are. Apples are one of the great art pieces of human civilization.
