Only In Arizona

There are a number of things of which "Only in Arizona" can be said.
-Wearing flip flops in January
-The car thermometer reading 112 degrees
-Wearing shorts to decorate the Christmas tree
-Correctly pronouncing Tucson, Ajo, Calle, San Xavier and Fort Huachuca

The list could go on and on, but this week I found something new in the grocery store that may be "Only in Arizona."

Piñata Apples! Piñata Apples? Really?
I was compelled to buy a few. I rationalized that I was taking them to my Grandma's house and was hoping to ask my farmer uncle if he had ever heard of them. But he wasn't around, so maybe I'll never know.

They didn't seem very promising based on the texture of their skin (kinda rough and wrinkely, like an apple past its prime) and based on the feel of the knife cutting through the apple (kinda soft and spongy, like a potato past it's prime). But I sliced them up and we all gobbled them down. I found them to be crisp with a mild and sweet flavor like Fujis or Galas.

And if you're really interested, apparently you can "friend" the lovely Piñata on Facebook (look closely at the label). I can't say that I have any fruits as friends...well, maybe I do. Perhaps I should say that I am not friends with any produce, as far as I know. So if you friend this little apple please let me know its secrets.

One last thing...I wonder if the exclamation point is technically part of the name. Because wouldn't you rather have a Piñata! than a Piñata.

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Anonymous said…
"...well, maybe I do."
I just can't get over that line. Don't know if I should feel honored or not that my image flitted across your fruit-dar screen... I just KNOW it did! kmc
January 27, 2011 at 8:35 PM
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