Our friends Julie and Greg invited us for dinner, and we’d almost made it to their house when I made Kevin stop the truck. He did. “Back up,” I said. He did.
“What are those?” I pointed to a tree absolutely loaded with cherry-size fruit.
“Crabapples,” Kevin said. It was pretty embarrassing that I didn’t recognize them. I’ve never dealt with crabapples before.
I couldn’t resist. I filled a plastic bag with them. When we arrived at dinner, I told Julie that, if her neighbor asks about marauding fruit thieves, she knows nothing about it.
Now I have about 4 cups of crabapples, and a source for more. Jelly, or liqueur? Anybody got crabapple ideas?