The best thing is a MacIntosh Red. That smack, crack, crisp crunch; a crunch that jolts and jump-starts you into the grey canvass.
The winds without mercy, the chilling rains, & soon to follow..storms of winter, blow.
La Pomme de Terre may be our earthbound fruit.
La Pomme is out there, hanging from a branch, a skyborne gift.
Go out on a limb, take a risk, and Bite!
Just in jest:
That within this bite
You are mine!