Alas, as soon as they arrive, they’re almost gone. Only one farmer had Honeycrisp apples last week. Only one. I live for September, for the sweet, sweet taste and crunch of the lovely Honeycrisp. But it seems the rest of you love them as much as I do, and have exhausted the local supply weeks ahead of schedule.
For posterity, so I can stare at it a few months from now and drool: