pink pearl apple
I remember the day a publicist popped by my desk a few years back with an exotic species in his hand: a pink pearl apple that was being used by a chef in town. I marveled at this little apple's girlish beauty and at its crisp, tart taste. And as it's the beginning of September, pink pearls are showing up around town again.
Like so many San Franciscans, I can feel the seasons waning by the changing of the fruit guard. It's happening right now. While all the stone fruit is still there tempting me, farmers are showing up with grapes and apples too. It always makes me a little sad because it means we're hitting the time of year when summer becomes fall, which hence going forward shall be called faller. Or maybe sumall.